It's safe in the to love in a doorway Wrangle some from the dawn And isn't it me, putting pain in a a portrait in flesh, trails on a leash Will you see that I'm and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and and I'll run to the center of things the knowing one says:
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet 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 that you're older than me Makes me feel and free Does that make you smile, that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal moment If this is a course, than I'll bless you And turn to and hamburgers
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet Boys, boys, it's 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, any other candidate pretend, we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a There's a bar at the end I can meet you and your friend 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 poisonous Spreading rumors and lies and they made up Some make you sing and make you scream One makes you wish thay you'd never seen But there's a shop on the 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! Anyone out there? Any " butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I 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 stop trying 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground shaking in fright I guess we could down one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll by some drugs and watch a Then in the river holding hands
"If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing brain? Do you that your face looks the same? Then let it be, it's all I wanted It's a with a deal, and a taste It's got claws, got me, it's got you...