It's safe in the city to in a doorway some screams from the dawn And it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, 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 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 older me Makes me feel and free Does that make you smile, that me? I'm in way, and I'll steal every moment If this trade is a course, I'll bless you And turn to crossroads and
"Boys, boys, it's a thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet 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 home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a There's a bar at the end where I can you and your friend Someone on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in bars
I'm so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumors and and stories they made up Some you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish thay you'd never been But there's a shop on the corner selling papier mache bullet-proof faces: Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time? " Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I you When good, it's really 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 floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a church the door ajar Well, I we must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in I guess we cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be We'll by drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding
"If you want it, boys, get it here, hope, boys, is a cheap 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 with a deal, and a It's got claws, it's got me, got you...