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
he
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
when i slept with stony faces on the riverbank
my angeldevil reveller 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 'cuz you want to?
well
that's just what i do so hooray for me
yeah
i was dreaming through the howzlife"