When they pulled me from the wreckage. I asked three things to be explained. Is it raining, is it pouring?. And will I feel much pain?. . Everyone was so nice to me.
Sitting there in your cell. With your anguish and your hell. And no cure, no cure for you. When you're prison house blue. . Four walls on which you stare.
Sweetest word I ever knew. Shooting into the avenues of our hearts, our hearts. . The sweetest word I ever knew. Shooting into sky of blue and our hearts, our hearts.
This one's a dodo. This one's a flop. This one's a moron. And I'm fit to drop. . Cross-fire chatter. Caught in the slums. She's off to her Chelsea Hotel.
The people here are happy. In heaven in the sky. And sometimes when you're suffering. Well, sometimes they do cry. . In heaven, in heaven. . So throw away your foolish pride.
Fallen hero is fighting at the Fez. Fallen hero is losing, nobody cares. . And they found him dead. In the back of his car. Shot through the heart. Under cold blue stars.