It's safe in the city to love in a Wrangle some from the dawn And it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm So I'll up my room, and yawn and I'll Run to the of things Where the one says:
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
I'm glad you're older than me Makes me important and free Does that make you smile, isn't me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every If this trade is a curse, I'll bless you And turn to crossroads and
Boys, boys, its a thing Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, thing If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any other We'll pretend we're walking home your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a There's a bar at the end where I can you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so fun with the poisonous people rumors and lies and stories they made up Some make you and some make you scream One makes you that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier Making faces; Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I want you! I you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I you it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the where you live I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in bed On floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a with the door ajar Well, I we must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our 'Til the sun blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one more With you by my side, it should be We'll buy drugs and watch a band jump in the river holding hands
[Part Three: Sweet (Reprise)]
"If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
Is it nice in your storm, freezing your brain? Do you that your face looks the same? Then let it be, it's all I wanted It's a street with a deal, and a got claws, it's got me, it's got you ...