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 that underground heroes of the tarmac Shooting 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 Doing 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 dying 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 Doing 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 in my mind 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
Tell me Can you imagine For a second Trying half the things You ever wanted to? Well, that’s just what I do So Hooray for Me…
Oh, yeah I’m unrespectable Never sensible Maybe incredible So damned irascible, and I like the things I do So Hooray for Me… And fuck you!
Your smile and your eyes, they keep me alive. Your voice is a bell that massages my mind and it makes me wonder and it makes me sad and it makes me nervous and it makes me mad because I think about you every night and day.