Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dragon, artist - Lou Reed. Album song Lulu, in the genre Классика металаDate of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Sister Ray Enterprises, Universal International
Song language: English
Dragon |
| You don’t actually care |
| You don’t actually care |
| You don’t actually care |
| Love for you is no beginning |
| You’re not really there, hallucination |
| I thought you were listening, hallucination |
| I thought you were listening, hallucination |
| I understand you think you’re above it |
| The adolescent sense of the sky |
| The feeling of billowing heartbeats |
| The fingertips run through your hair |
| They run through your hair, hallucination, hallucination |
| Oh, you think you’re so special |
| That there’s no law meant for you! |
| You come and go like the goddess you are |
| We’re mere mortals below! |
| Fingertips run through your hair |
| We are mere mortals below |
| Are meant to be peons! |
| Are meant to be servants! |
| Are meant to be dismissible objects |
| One fucks with |
| One fucks with |
| Poor pitiful creature |
| The winner in heartbreak |
| The winner in caring |
| The winner in every miniscule method of wearing |
| Your heart on your sleeve |
| A red star of idiocy |
| An idiot’s idiocy |
| My, my caring for you |
| Caring for you |
| Do you think we’re a book |
| Some kind of a table |
| You can rest your feet on when you’re able? |
| Red star of idiocy |
| An idiot’s idiocy |
| My caring for you |
| Poor pitiful creature |
| To notice the pining |
| The self deprivation |
| The self flagellation of you |
| Dear worshipers |
| We do like you regal |
| We do like you haughty |
| We do love to look upon your perfect body! |
| The hair on your shoulders |
| The smell of your armpit |
| The taste of your vulva and everything on it |
| We all really love you! |
| And you have no meaning |
| You don’t even see us! |
| You were never caring! |
| You go do what you do! |
| You do it for you, no one exists with you! |
| You’re way above caring |
| Leave a trail upon the wake |
| That no one ever tries to take |
| Because waiting for you, thinking of you |
| Is another way of dying! |
| Is another way of dying! |
| I am clawing your chest |
| Until your collarbone bleeds |
| Piercing your nipples 'til I bite them off |
| I scratch your face and bite your shoulders |
| Way above caring, way above caring |
| In your Kotex jukebox |
| Your Kotex jukebox |
| I’m doomed, I’m swearing, waiting for you |
| In your high heels and nightie |
| Your leather dress squeaking |
| Latex now sweating, waiting for you |
| In your tincture, your opium white bathrobe |
| Your white tiles run red now |
| Are we both dead now? |
| The liquid exchange of our heart |
| The liquid exchange of our heart |
| Are we both dead now? |
| You’re way above caring |
| Your heart on your sleeve! |
| A red star of idiocy |
| An idiot’s idiocy |
| My caring! |
| My caring for you! |
| My caring for you! |
| You’re way beyond caring |
| Your heart on your sleeve |
| A red star of idiocy |
| An idiot’s idiocy |
| My caring for you |
| Oblivious to caring |
| Leave a trail upon the wake |
| That no one ever tries to take |
| Because waiting for you |
| Because thinking of you |
| Is another way of dying! |
| You’re way above caring! |
| Oblivious to caring! |
| Oblivious to caring! |
| You poor pitiful creature |
| The mistake of feeling |
| The one who rejects you is the winner, it’s true |
| The winner in heartbreak! |
| The winner in caring! |
| The winner in every minuscule method of wearing! |
| Your heart on your sleeve |
| A red star of idiocy |
| An idiot’s idiocy |
| Your heart on your fucking sleeve |
| My caring for you |
| We were meant to be peons |
| We’re meant to be peons |
| Mere mortals below |
| Meant to be servants |
| Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with |
| Oh, oh, oh you’re so special |
| No law meant for you |
| You come and go like the goddess you are! |
| The fingertips run through your hair |
| A billowing heart beats |
| Feeling, feeling |
| Ah, ah, ah! |
| What a glorious feeling |
| To be so rejected |
| So rejected |
| An idiot’s idiocy |
| My caring for you |
| You think I’m a book or a table |
| You can rest your fucking feet on |
| When you’re able |
| The taste of your vulva, everything on it |
| The hair on your shoulders |
| The smell of your armpit |
| We do love you, to look upon your perfect body |
| We love you regal, we love you haughty |
| Oblivious to caring! |
| Oblivious to caring! |
| Caring |
| Caring |
| Oh my dear |
| Oh my dear! |
| Oh my dear! |
| Oblivious to caring… |
| Are we really dead now?! |
| Are we both dead now?! |