It's safe in the to love in a doorway some screams from the dawn And isn't it me, putting in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, trails on a Will you see that I'm and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I'll run to the of things the knowing one says:
"Boys, boys, a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, thing If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad you're older than me me feel 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 course, than bless you And turn to crossroads and
"Boys, boys, a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any candidate We'll pretend, walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your Someone scrawled on the "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the people Spreading and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some you scream One makes you wish thay you'd never seen But there's a on the corner that's selling papier mache bullet-proof faces: Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you out of line: "I want you! I need you! out there? Any time? " Tres butch number whines "Hey dirty, I want you it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here,
Well, on the street 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 of a church with the door ajar Well, I we must be looking for a different kind But we can't trying 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while in fright I guess we cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be by some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the holding hands
"If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
Is it in your snow storm, freezing your brain? Do you think that face looks the same? Then let it be, all I ever wanted It's a street a deal, and a taste It's got claws, got me, it's got you...