Empty Bottles - Magik Markers

Like luck, like a star

You been getting old now;

Stay young, you’ll go far

Leave your bedroom door ajar

I’m gonna make you a star

In the hills, on the plains, in the lights

They’ll all see you baby

They’ll say, yeah all right

I take you onto your knees

In the day, in the dark in the night

You know empty bottles

You know it’s all right

You make your way through the night

Like a bird robbed of flight

Limping on your short legs

You stumble and you beg

You watch the rich with their ease, with their cash, with their beds

The rest they get is wicked

A pin-fed Camel’s head

Tell yourself that or you’re dead

We been waiting here all night

Just to get a glimpse Of the light

That you give;

that you fake

We don’t need it real, we just need it to make