| I’ll make you a deal |
| Like any other candidate |
| With the tale walking home |
| Cause your future’s at stake |
| My cities amaze you |
| And even smells like the street |
| There’s a bar down at the end |
| Where I can meet you and your friends |
| So I scrawled on the walls |
| In the blood of the tree-cutters |
| Rolled up scandals and |
| other boys |
| And having so much fun with the poisonous peoples |
| Spreading rumors and lies, and stories they made up. |
| Some make you sing |
| and some make you scream |
| And some make you wish |
| That you’d never been seen… |
| There’s a shop on the corner that’s selling papier mache |
| Making bullet-proof faces, join and dance with Casius |
| Clay |
| And if you want it, |
| boy, |
| Get it here babe! |
| So you scream out a lie: |
| «I want you! I need you! |
| Anyone out there? Anytime?» |
| You said: «kiss me, I’m the one» |
| I said: «Daddy, I want you when it’s |
| Good it’s really good, and when it’s bad I’m not abusive» |
| And if you want it, boy, |
| Get it here babe! |
| So on the street where you live |
| I put the hole on my hand |
| Before I put all I had into another man |
| On the leather floor, in the back of a car |
| In the center like a church with the door ajar |
| Well I guess we must be looking for a different kind |
| But we can’t stop trying to make up our minds |
| When the sun drips down on the city at night |
| Flashin on the ground and kicking in fright |
| I guess we could cruise down one more time |
| With you by my side it should be fine |
| We’ll buy some drugs and watch a band |
| And jump in the river holding hands |