It's safe in the city to love in a some screams from the dawn And isn't it me, pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, trails on a Will you see that I'm scared and I'm So break up my room, and yawn and I'll run to the center of things the knowing one says:
"Boys, boys, it's a thing Boys, boys, it's a thing, sweet thing If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
I'm glad that older than me me feel important and free Does make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and steal every moment If trade is a course, than I'll bless you And to crossroads and hamburgers
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet Boys, boys, a sweet thing, sweet thing If you it, boys, get it here, thing hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any candidate We'll pretend, we're walking home 'cause future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other
I'm having so much fun with the people rumors and lies and stories they made up Some you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish thay you'd never seen But there's a shop on the that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces: 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 When it's good, it's really good, and 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 church with the 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 you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one time With you by my side, it be fine 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 snow storm, your brain? Do you think that your face looks the Then let it be, it's all I wanted It's a street a deal, and a taste got claws, it's got me, it's got you...