It's safe in the city to in a doorway Wrangle some from the dawn And it me, putting pain in a stranger? a portrait 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 the knowing one says:
"Boys, boys, a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad that older than me me feel important and free Does that make you smile, that me? I'm in your way, and steal every moment If trade is a course, than I'll bless you And turn to and hamburgers
"Boys, boys, it's a thing 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'll make you a deal, any other candidate We'll pretend, we're walking home 'cause your future's at My set is amazing, it smells like a street a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in bars
I'm having so much fun the poisonous people Spreading rumors and lies and stories they up Some make you sing and make you scream One makes you wish thay you'd never seen But there's a on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces: 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 " Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I 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 not hold up my head For I put all I in another bed On floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a church with the door 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 ground while in fright I guess we could down one more time you by my side, it should be fine We'll by some and watch a band jump 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 snow storm, freezing your brain? Do you think that face looks the same? Then let it be, all I ever wanted a street with a deal, and a taste It's got claws, it's got me, got you...