The Rent Is Always Due – Neil YoungBy Your silver childSuspended in spaceCrying outTo youBeckons youTo yet another fine placeWhere the trials of life are fewDon’t think you’re living longWho says you are coming onThey won’t remember youThe rent is always dueThe cloudy menWho take their placeAnd stand in lineThey doKnow not ofThe satin faceThat separates them from youJust put your blue jeans onGrab your guitar and sing a songDon’t think I’m kidding youThe rent is always dueShe rides a broomWith gold-plated strawShe flutters aroundAnd she criesThe Brylcream foolsJust standing onDigesting all their livesBut then you walk alongAnd she starts coming onBeneath her melting broomThe rent is always due www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20