I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
In the shower of the 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, shoot smack,
were blowing up worlds, and damned out loud.
Hey, can you tell me, how does it feel?
Chorus:
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 angeldevil reveler shook me desperately in dying
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything...
And now we're all mad... and tangled... in sacred rooms... with roman candels
On an endless graveyard train.
Chorus:
Yeah, tell me... Can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything just because you want to?
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me... and fuck you!
Yeah, I was dreaming through The Howzlife, yawning, car black in the night
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!
Chorus:
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 not respactable, and never sensible, I've been incredible
So damned irascible, I like the things I do, so hooray for me... and fuck you!