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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] down one more time
With you by my side it should be fine
We'll buy some [bad word] and watch a band

And jump in the river holding hands