Private romeo

Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought "baby's in love."
He fought for his rights
and he slept through your dreams
With his self-centred wolverine paralysed

Drove out of the camp on a bright summer's day
waving last weekend's pass-out goodbye
Phoned Jenny, then Julie, who never complained
Filled the tank, with the world running dry.

Throws off the fatigues now, just too tired to fight,
He will walk to the beat
of another man's drum
sometimes valour's the best part of sin.
With a grin shoves his ring
on the pawnbroker's manicured thumb.

Now this story splits straight down three parallel lines.
My version, the truth and your lies
You saw him conversing with 12-year-old Jim
in myriad tongues, his back to the wind.
I found him saluting a girl in Key West,
Where admirals croak and malingerers sigh,                                                                      

We both know he broke each old, weary taboo
Well, salmon will jump
when they're straining to die.

Maybe Romeo Jaxx is of much sterner stuff
And never was swayed from some destiny's path.
Straight as a die
but the die is now cast,
the cast are now blind
and the blind are aghast.
Our Romeo sees that there's no one ahead
don't tell him, there's no one behind.