Come on Yeah, NYC, the place to be Look at all the rock heads like you and me Push against the pavement, take it to the street Sick of all the hype now
You have no potential as a human being Intellectually you are green There's a black beetle crawling in your brain Spirituallity, you have none Breathing
I don't wanna be myself Yeah, baby I just wanna run You gotta breathe you bastard, breathe Whoa yea, breathe you bastard, breathe Straight into the sun
The wild wide eye with her painted wing She crushed the gray boy Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide
Get your motor running Head out on the highway Looking for adventure And whatever comes our way Yeah darling, gonna make it happen Take the world in
It's a ceremony Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea It's a ceremony Yea, yea Oil and blood ceremony Hold an eagle feather to my heart, yea On my heart A time for
It's ciggie time It's ciggie time, again It's ciggie time For all those men Makes me feel good In my ciggie time Makes me feel real good Ciggie
Black night baby Past the midnight hour, yea All around me, all around me, all around me Butterfly women singin' No time for trouble A time of joy I'
Embrace the wind with both arms Stop the clouds dead in sky Hang your head no more And beg no more Brother wolf and sister moon Your time has come Brother
He came dancing across the water With his galleons and guns Looking for the new world In that palace in the sun On the shore lay Montezuma With
You dirty hippie girl, your soft lips make me swirl I despise all of your lies Your horses terrify me, I can't work out why The things you say are not
Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Dreamtime, dreamtime Oh the dream, dreamtime I will have my dreamtime My dreamtime, my dreamtime The only thing
Paris is burning The city alight the club kids on fire they're doing it right they're keeping it punk rock they're keeping it tight ripping out speakers
Always said you were a youth quaker, Edie A stormy little world shaker Oh, Warhol's darling queen, Edie An angel with a broken wing The dogs lay at your
Well alright Earth mother for you I see the world all drippin' red, that's right Earth mother for you I see the world all drippin' red, whoa State of
You're the emperor's new horse Don't smell like a rose So you take more drugs than me And specialise in being unhappy Like a moth into the flame Yeah
Drop all your You ain't got nothing to say My girls no flirt she can walk and she walks like she talks My girl fade away she got diamonds every day don
So you be a dirty little rock star Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior You live a lie, sold your soul for the paper You be a slave, be a media whore