John Bender[The Breakfast Club] (doistutter) wrote in prideviewrandom, @ 2008-02-25 21:35:00 |
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well 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 the underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds
and Damned out loud,
hey, 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
and fuck you!
when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,
my angel/devil reveller shook me desperately I'm 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
and fuck you!
yeah, I was dreaming through the 'howzlife', yawning, car black on that night,
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
tell me, can you imagine, just for a second,
trying half the things you've ever wanted to?
well that's just what I do, so hooray for me...
oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, never sensible,
maybe incredible, so damned irascible
I like the things I do so hooray for me
AND FUCK YOU!!!
What the fuck? Not that I disagree, but what the fuck?!
((ooc song info: "Hooray For Me..." by Bad Religion))