Lyrics:

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

shooting smack were blowing up

world and

"damned!" out loud.

Hey , can you tell me how does it feel?



~ Yeah , tell me ... Can you imagine , for a

second , doing anything that you dont have

to?

Well thats what Im accustomed to so

hooray for me... ~



When I slept with stony faces on the

riverbank,

My angeldevil reveler shook me

desperately Im dying.

I dont 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 , doing anything just 'cus you want

to?

Well thats just what i do so hooray for

me... ~



Yeah , I was dreaming through the

"howzlife" , yawning , car black,

when 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



~ Yeah , tell me ... Can you imagine , for a

second , trying half the things you ever

wanted to ,

Well thats just what i do , so hooray for

me... ~



Oh yeah ... Im not respectable , and never

sensible , Ive been incredible

so damned irascible and I like the things I

do so Hooray for me...