Nagel baby
 
 
     
     
 
(John Taylor) 

Nagel baby had it coming He was a child of the eighties

Nagel baby worked the big room With a god given talent for lying Bred in suburbia Now he's a lifeless cold sliver He flew too close to the sun

Beatlemania Gave him a glimpse of the outside Multi Media created his own jet propulsion Nagel Baby

Some say that he's missed by the ladies He died this side of midnight yuppie scum He flew too close to the sun

Like a hot Maserati does 0-60 Cocaine and alcohol had driven him crazy A man of his times

Will we miss him ? Will we miss him at all ? The times were a party It was a party at times

He flew too close to the sun, Icarus