Lyrics The Rent Is Always Due - Neil Young

The Rent Is Always Due

You’re still the child
Suspended in space
Crying out to you
Beckons you to yet another fine place
Where the trials of life are few
Who says you are coming on Don’t think you’re living long
They won’t remember you
The rent is always due.
The cloudy men
Who take their place
And stand in line
They do Know not of The satin face
That separates them from you
Just put your blue jeans on Grab your guitar and write a song
Don’t think I’m kidding you
The rent is always due.
She rides a broom
With gold-plated straw
And flutters around
And dies
The Brylcream fools
Just standing on Digesting all their lives
But then you walk along
And she starts coming on Beneath her melting broom
The rent is always due.