It's in the city to love in a doorway Wrangle some screams from the And it me, putting pain in a stranger? a portrait in flesh, trails 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 the knowing one says:
"Boys, boys, it's a sweet 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 than me Makes me feel and free Does make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in way, and I'll steal every moment If this trade is a course, than bless you And turn to and hamburgers
"Boys, boys, it's a thing Boys, boys, it's a thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any other We'll pretend, we're home 'cause your future's 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 the poisonous people Spreading and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some you scream One makes you wish thay never been seen But there's a shop on the corner 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 little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here,
Well, on the where 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 with the door Well, I guess we must be for a different kind But we can't stop 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips on the seedy young knights Who you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll by some and watch a band Then jump in the holding hands
"If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
Is it nice in your storm, freezing your brain? Do you think that your face looks the let it be, it's all I ever wanted It's a street with a deal, and a got claws, it's got me, it's got you...