A cruel angel's thesis
Will someday fly high from the window
If memories are betrayed by
The overflowing, burning pathos.
Holding the sky in your arms,
Rise up young boy and make yourself a legend.
All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park
Sitting here in Queens
Eating refried beans
We're in all the magazines
Gulpin' down Thorazines
We ain't got no friends
Our troubles never end
No Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men
I found a window in the kitchen, and i let mysefl in
Rummaged thru the refrigerator, poured my self a beer.
I can't believe I'm really here
And your lying in that bed, I can almost feel your touch and your anxious breath
Walking thru the hallway, I press against your door,
I hear you call out to me, I hear the fear in your voice
You pull your covers tighter, I press against your door
I will be with her tonight.
I will be with her, yeah.