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, he, 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 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 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 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 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
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