Red Windmill

A place where the rich could slum it with all the artists
Expressing their desires with the city exhibitionists
Drinking shots of absinthe to get them high
Seeing visions of the green fairy flying by
Wanting to experience bohemian living
Knowing their world would keep on giving
Known as the children of the revolution
Selling souls with their beauty and prostitution
Wearing costumes of silk corsets and stocking suspenders
To lure money from the drunken big spenders
These beautiful creatures of the underworld
Creating their destiny in their self made wonder world
Sex came easy but love was harder to find
Jealousy would spread and poison the trust in their minds
Eventually driving them into a deep madness
Leaving their hearts suffering alone in sadness
Searching for ecstasy and a hedonistic thrill
Love taunts their souls inside the red windmill.