It's safe in the city to in a doorway Wrangle some screams from the And isn't it me, putting pain in a Like a in flesh, trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm So I'll break up my room, and yawn and run to the center of things Where the knowing one
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet Boys, boys, it's a thing, sweet thing If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
I'm that you're older than me Makes me feel and free that make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every If this is a course, than I'll bless you And turn to crossroads and
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet Boys, boys, a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any candidate We'll pretend, we're walking home 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 scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in bars
I'm so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumors and lies and they made up make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner 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 little number whines "Hey dirty, I you When it's good, it's really good, and 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 cellar of a church the door ajar Well, I guess we be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'til we up our minds 'Til the sun blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while in fright I guess we could cruise down one more you by my side, it should be fine We'll by some drugs and watch a Then jump in the holding hands
"If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap 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...