Hey man, what's your name
I've seen your face always before
You tapped into a cosmic plane,
Just copped gig I was looking for yeah
Hungry, that's no drag, it's nothing that a trio won't cure
Completion is in that bag, the suckers crowd and come
Back for more
Well I reached in the bag for a new life too
And all I got out was a Black Balloon
Hey babe, out of the cage,
Behind some glass and miles away
So sue me for being too cool, and I'll hate myself for
Wanting to play
Guess all that they say about karma is true
'Cause all I've got left is a Black Balloon
Writer(s): David Wyndorf
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