It's safe in the city to love in a some screams from the dawn And isn't it me, putting pain in a a portrait in flesh, trails on a leash Will you see I'm scared 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, it's a thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad you're older than me Makes me important and free that make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal moment If trade is a course, than I'll bless you And turn to crossroads and
"Boys, boys, a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a thing, sweet thing If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
make you a deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend, we're walking home 'cause your at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who up scandals in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the people rumors and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you One makes you wish thay never been seen But there's a shop on the that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces: Charlie Manson, Cassius "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time? " butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my For I put all I have in bed On floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a with the door ajar Well, I guess we must be looking for a different But we can't stop 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young Who you on the ground while shaking in fright I we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll by drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river hands
"If you it, boys, get it here, thing hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
Is it nice in your snow storm, your brain? Do you that your face looks the same? Then let it be, it's all I wanted a street with a deal, and a taste It's got claws, got me, it's got you...