It's in the city to love in a doorway Wrangle some screams the dawn And isn't it me, putting in a stranger? Like a in flesh, trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm So I'll break up my room, and yawn and Run to the center of Where the knowing one
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, thing"
I'm that you're older than me me feel important and free Does make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every If trade is a curse, then I'll bless you And to crossroads and hamburgers
Boys, boys, its a sweet Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, thing If you want it, boys, get it here, 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
I'll make you a deal, like any other We'll pretend walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous Spreading rumors and lies and stories made up Some make you sing and some make you One makes you wish that never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier Making faces; Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay "If you it, boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of "I want you! I need you! out there? Any time?" Tres butch little whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here,
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my For I put all I in another bed On floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a church with the door Well, I guess we be looking for a different kind But we can't stop 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the young knights Who you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could down one more time With you by my side, it should be We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then jump in the river hands
[Part Three: Thing (Reprise)]
"If you it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a thing, cheap thing"
Is it nice in your snow storm, your brain? Do you think that your face the same? Then let it be, it's all I ever It's a street a deal, and a taste It's got claws, got me, it's got you ...