And if you know what is the answer. Why donæ?° you tell me. What does it feel like. To be free. What does it feel like. . Take a look at the punks. On the run from all the ministers.
I've swept the floors of all my kings. I've opened doors and let the tourists in. Days of wine and roses. Prime ministers, red robes. These days are gone.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, everything is terrible. Buying marijuana makes you feel like a criminal. When your new friends take a joke too literal. Making you feel like the bad guy.
I held up a liquor store demanding topshelf metaphors. Sinner's smile and open arms. Drop a line to charm the silent alarm. Neutral angels calling the cops.
Sunken eyes and strangers' faces. I fall asleep in the strangest places. What the hell am I doing?. Where have my friends gone?. Can't stand these people no more.
We learn our way. From watching the sun.. We find our way by watching the sun.. Can't come with you when you go south.. Come back 'til spring.. I'll have to stay behind this year..
Who is this darkness?. Who is this illusive dreamer?. Why do I love the way this distance feels?. It's coiled up independence. . I want so much to run.
should we even wonder why out hearts are torn?. why our image is based on this broken city?. should we ask ourselves why our lungs breathe in sickness?.
Turgid calls the winter charge. True adventures of awaking hearts. Nights are overwhelmed by gloom. We will see foxes in the moon. . Valleys drop, mountains rise.
Took a pill last night, just to get to sleep. Put me on my back, not on my feet. Propylene across your eyes. To take me to the land of sighs. . Had a drink last night, just to get to sleep.
Straight down the line with blood. Straight down the line with hate. I never felt so good. I never felt so great. . It all looks so familiar. Its so very [Incomprehensible] tough.
It's not psychedelic, it's got many merits. It's not psychedelic, nuclear submarine. Darling, I think it's a dream. . Your causes, they make me feel so mad.
Then you'll discover. Under your cover. The strangest thing that. I ever heard of. It makes you wonder. Why you're here. And why you feel so. Strangely weird.
Since I find out that all of this. Is nothing more than emptiness. Filled with impermanence. A guided tour of your deepest fears. Designed to help you vision clear.
Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt. They went down to the Mudd Club. And they both got drunk. Oh-yeah. . Jackie is a bookie, Judy's taking loans. They both came up to New York.
When I first met you, ba-by,. Thought I found Dad-dy's girl!. How was I- to know-. You've been around the world!. . You're hot! Too hot!!. Too hot to han-dle!!!.