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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 the underground heroes of the tarmac
shooting smack were blowing up
world 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 dont have
to?
Well thats what Im accustomed to so
hooray for me... ~
When I slept with stony faces on the
riverbank,
My angeldevil reveler shook me
desperately Im dying.
I dont 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 'cus you want
to?
Well thats just what i do so hooray for
me... ~
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
~ Yeah , tell me ... Can you imagine , for a
second , trying half the things you ever
wanted to ,
Well thats just what i do , so hooray for
me... ~
Oh yeah ... Im not respectable , and never
sensible , Ive been incredible
so damned irascible and I like the things I
do so Hooray for me...