It's safe in the city to in a doorway Wrangle some screams the dawn And isn't it me, putting pain in a Like a portrait in flesh, trails on a Will you see that I'm scared and I'm So I'll up my room, and yawn and I'll Run to the center of Where the knowing one
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet If you it, boys, get it here, thing hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad that you're than me Makes me feel important and Does make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and steal every moment If this trade is a curse, then I'll you And turn to and hamburgers
Boys, boys, its a thing Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
make you a deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at My set is amazing, it even smells like a There's a bar at the end I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in bars
I'm having so fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumors and lies and stories made up Some make you and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd been seen But there's a shop on the corner selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces; Charlie Manson, Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I want you! I need you! Anyone out Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I you When it's good, it's really good, and when bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not up my head For I put all I in another bed On floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a church with the ajar Well, I guess we be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our 'Til the sun blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in I we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it be fine buy some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the holding hands
[Part Three: Thing (Reprise)]
"If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
Is it nice in your storm, freezing your brain? Do you think that your face the same? let it be, it's all I ever wanted It's a street a deal, and a taste got claws, it's got me, it's got you ...