Something kind of hit me todayI looked at you and wondered if you saw things my wayPeople will hold us to blameIt hit me today, it hit me today
We’re taking it hard all the timeWhy don’t we pass it by?Just reply, you’ve changed your mindWe’re fighting with the eyes of the blindTaking it hard, taking it hard
Yet nowWe feel that we are paper, choking on you nightlyThey tell me “Son, we want you, be elusive, but don’t walk far”For we’re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kinFor you’re dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasyYou’re just an ally of the leecherLocator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumpsAnd your nimble dress that trailsOh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the railsBecause of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve saidWe are the dead
One thing kind of touched me todayI looked at you and counted all the times we had laidPressing our love through the nightKnowing it’s right, knowing it’s right
Now I’m hoping some one will careLiving on the breath of a hope to be sharedTrusting on the sons of our loveThat someone will care, someone will care
But nowWe’re today’s scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow’s double featureHeaven’s on the pillow, its silence competes with hellIt’s a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tellAnd the streets are full of press menBent on getting hung and buriedAnd the legendary curtains are drawn ’round Baby BankruptWho sucks you while you’re sleepingIt’s the theater of financiersCount them, fifty ’round a tableWhite and dressed to kill
Oh caress yourself, my juicyFor my hands have all but witheredOh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairsBecause of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve saidWe are the deadWe are the deadWe are the dead
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