It's in the city to love in a doorway Wrangle some screams from the And it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, on a leash Will you see that I'm and I'm lonely? So break up my room, and yawn and I'll run to the center of things Where the knowing one
"Boys, boys, a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad that you're older me Makes me feel and free Does that you smile, isn't that me? I'm in way, and I'll steal every moment If this trade is a course, than I'll you And turn to crossroads and
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet If you it, boys, get it here, thing '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 smells like a street There's a bar at the end I can meet you and your friend Someone on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in bars
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous rumors and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some you scream One you wish thay you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's papier mache bullet-proof faces: Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time? " Tres butch little whines "Hey dirty, I want you When 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 in another bed On another floor, in the of a car In the cellar of a church the door ajar Well, I guess we must be looking for a kind But we can't stop trying we break up our minds the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the while shaking in fright I guess we cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be We'll by some drugs and a band Then jump in the river hands
"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? let it be, it's all I ever wanted It's a street a deal, and a taste It's got claws, it's got me, got you...