Hooray For Me...

<br>I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,<br>in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America,<br>I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,<br>and that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worldsand Damned out loud,<br>he, can you tell me how does it feel?<br><br>yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,doing anything that you don`t have to?<br>well that`s what I`m accustomed to so hooray for me<br><br>when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,<br>my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying,I don`t exactly want to apologize for anything, and nowwe`re all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles,<br>on an endless graveyard train<br><br>yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing<br>anything just `cuz you want to?<br>well, that`s just what I do so hooray for me<br><br>yeah, I was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning,car black, when 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<br><br>oh, yeah, I`m not respectable, and never sensible,<br>I`ve been incredible so damned irascibleand I like the things I do so hooray for me