When I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America
I imagine how his mother felt
When she heard that her husband was dying
And that underground heroes of the tarmac
Shooting smack
Were blowing up worlds
And damned out loud
Hey, can you tell me how does it feel?
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second
Doing anything that you don't have to?
Well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me
And fuck you!
When I slept with stony faces on the river bank
My angel devil reveler shook me desperately in dying
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything
And now we're all mad
And tangled in secret rooms with roman candles
On an endless graveyard train
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second
Doing anything just cuz you want to?
Well that's just what I do so hooray for me
And fuck you!
Yeah, I was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning, car black
When she told me "mad and meaningless as ever.."
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme
For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence
Tell me, can you imagine, for a second
Doing anything just cuz you want to?
Well that's just what I do so hooray for me
Oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, and never sensible
I've been incredible so damned irascible
And I like the things I do so hooray for me
And fuck you!
