***, what did you know You're exactly the problem we have I don't wanna live like a prince If life can be funky I let the narrow monoliths of your god And the Soviet ties my face for a joke While your pilgrims, while your pilgrims are walking on a frightful ***, Alex, I just wanna die With the memories of all of my brides The remnants of their breasts in my mind On the lightning of their eyes Let me be, let me be Will's gaver All of me is slaughtering your god With my mind, with my mind like a knife ***, Anisim, I'm talking a lot of creeps Cause you are too much serious for I My car and his warden to your court I need seven rows above your Bible And all of his kind of books *** with your chalk side You know about the only dress I can wear There's not a black one with a rival neckline It's a big one and it belongs to my girlfriend Let me be, oh let me be Completely depressed And slaughtering your god With a microphone like a gun Let me be, oh let me be Completely depressed And slaughtering your god With a microphone like a gun With a microphone like a gun With a microphone like a gun With a microphone like a gun With a microphone like a gun With a microphone like a gun I've been chasing ghosts, but I don't like it I wish someone would show me where to draw the line I'd lay down my sword if you wouldn't take it And turn everyone back on, I'm doing fine I was with you down in Acapulco Turning, ploughing for some wine Smelling like an old adobe woman I was wearing barrels, playing for the last time And I was thinking, thinking about my mother I was singing, thinking about what's mine I was living my life like in Hollywood But I was dying, dying on a vine Who could sleep through all the noise and chatter? The trips, the celebrations, the innocence The authorities say all my papers are in order And if I wasn't such a coward, I would run I see you and how we're shorting out Meet me in the other side of town Yes, you can bring all your friends along for a prediction It's always nice to have them hanging around And I was thinking, thinking about my mother I was singing, thinking about what's mine I was living my life like in Hollywood But I was dying, dying on a vine I was living my life like in Hollywood But I was dying, dying on a vine I was living my life like in Hollywood But I was dying, dying on a vine Women, women are the state of the art For life, for love and for child And all, all of the other things are gays And all, all of the other things are gays And all, all of the other things are gays Women, women know the aftermath Absolutely, right now we have to mend You can be, you can be blown away my friend Yeah, to the roadster, you won't be on your way A bright, a beautiful bright I try to find the feminine part of me You can be, you can be blown away my uncontrollable skin Finding a bringer, finding a bringer to your home Finding a bringer, finding a bringer to your home And all, all of the other things are gays I kept them in a secret drawer With your grace And all the other things people cannot guess With your grace And all the other things people cannot guess Dreams and reality are always two different things My dreams are full of you I'll marry any two And I hope You're gonna find all the things that isn't me I hope pretty baby You'll try to find all the things that isn't me I hope pretty baby You can be, you can be blown away my uncontrollable skin A bright, a beautiful bright I'm gonna find the feminine part of me And I'm gonna squeeze my arms together And I welcome back I welcome back to your home And I welcome back I welcome back to your home You can trust me, Beatrice To live somewhere in the country For all the other things are gays All the other things are gays All the other things are gays All the other things are gays I am walking And painting the red streets in black With tears for my eyes Walking early in the morning I know it's time for you to awake I know it's hard for you to awake But I'm not here But I'm not here I'm not here and your refuge is half empty I'm not here, babe And you miss me, maybe But it's sunny But I ain't got nobody to see But it's sunny But I ain't got nobody to see I'm walking Walking down the black streets I am thinking I'm thinking about the baby That doesn't exist But I can't imagine him crying or laughing Sometimes I'm happy I'm happy just cause you're happy, maybe Sometimes I'm unhappy Cause I never can kiss your tiny tits again, honey And I'm calling it Calling it the black streets The black streets But I don't know I don't really know who the man is But I've got the hope I hope he likes the Switzerland dress And now I hope To see you Friendly And now I hope To see you Quickly Oh baby, I miss you I miss you When you're down the black streets So difficult to imagine Another man inside your body I cannot hate him But it's just so hard to live our sexuality My body's on my mind I'm broken now Totally destroyed What can I give you? All my best? And I'm gonna destroy my legs Destroyed down the black streets Nice to meet you Baby, it was nice to meet you Nice to see you Nice to see you It will be nice to see you But I can't understand What kind of love you took I can't understand What kind of life you walk Me, I'm walking I'm walking through another life Oh baby, I'm walking Walking with another wife Walking with another wife Oh baby, I'm walking I'm walking with Another wife I'm walking with another wife