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
hecan you tell me how does it feel?
yeahtell mecan you imaginefor 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 riverbank
my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying
i don't exactly want to apologize for anythingand now
we're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles
on an endless graveyard train
yeahtell mecan you imaginefor a seconddoing
anything just cuz you want to?
wellthat's just what i do so hooray for me . . . and fuck you!
yeahi was dreaming through the "howzlife"yawning
car blackwhen 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
ohyeahi'm not respectableand never sensible
i've been incredible so damned irascible
and i like the things i do so hooray for me . . . and fuck you!
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