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Well, 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, shootin' 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
Doin' 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 angel devil reveler shook me desperately in dyin'
"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
Doin' anything
Just 'cause you want to?
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me
And fuck you!
Yeah, I was dreaming through the "how's life" yawning car black headlamp night
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
Tryin' half the things
You ever wanted to?
Well, that's just what I do, so hooray for me
Oh yeah
I'm not respectable
Never sensible
Maybe incredible
So damned irascible
I like the things I do, so hooray for me
And fuck you!
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