Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
They don't know what you're doing
Babe, it must be art
You're a headache
In a suitcase
You're a star
your catholic blues
your convent shoes
your stick on tattoos
how they're making the news
your holy war
your northern star
september... streets capsizing... spilling over, down the drain... shards of glass splinters like rain but you could only feel your own pain
october talking getting nowhere november december remember
are we just starting again
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get up off your knees
It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
see it driving nails into the souls of the tree of pain
In my dream I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows, they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
Waves of regret and waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You...you said you'd wait
'til the end of the world
We're free to fly the crimson sky
The sun won't melt our wings tonight
Oh now...here she comes
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
I'm ready
I'm ready for the laughing gas
I'm ready
I'm ready for what's next
A star
Lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind
Explain all these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation
A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation
You know you're chewing bubblegum
You know what that is
But you still want some
You just can't get enough
Of that lovie dovie stuff
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)
Bubble popping sugar dropping rock and roll (Mother...)
Mother...mother suck, yeah, fuck yeah (Mother...)
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
It's going to get stickier too
It's been a long hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
Whatever the deal
She won't let me down
Wherever I go
She's always hanging 'round
I...I...Got my lady with the spinning head
Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride
The air is clean
Your skin is clear
I've had enough fun hanging 'round here
It's a different kind of conversation
Your blue room