i don't want to go to heaven. i just want to go when i go. and if you miss me there. and the cloths of heaven tear around me. . then the river that ebbed through me.
And maybe we're just kids who've grown. And maybe not,. And maybe when we're on our own. We don't have much. . But oh, we are young and not tired of it,.
She's star, starcrazy. Electric shock bog brush hair. Flat on her back in the 80s. In the 90s going nowhere. . Star, starcrazy. Got a kicking transistor inside.
The boy Smith's got lard for a tongue. He looks like a bum or a son or a punk. He's a basket case, he's a silent sodder. His face is odd, his voice is odder.
Tears on a pillow. Eyes on the phone. You pour all the love that you keep inside. Into a song. Like 'He's Gone'. And these are the thoughts that you keep inside.
I love that deafening, thundering sound. That sounds like buildinggs tumbling down. And people wish that they weren't around. When we all rock and roll into town.
You've had your fun. Your money's gone. Your only friend is the telephone. Oh duchess, now you're one of us. You stay at home. And light the lights. It make you smile in the empty night.
I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age man. I feel real now talking like buddha and doing it again. I get kick I rip it up kick it up take it like a teenage tough.