On an endless graveyard train
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank
Hey can you tell me how does it feel?
My angel devil reveler shook me desperately in dying
Well, that's just what I do, so 'Hooray for me'
Doin' anything that you don't have to?
And fuck you
Oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, and never sensible
I imagine how his mother felt
Well that's what I'm accustomed to, so 'Hooray for me'
Doin' anything just 'cuz you want to?
Tell me, can you imagine, for a second
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second
Car back at that night, she told me 'Mad and meaningless as ever'
Well, that's just what I do, so 'Hooray for me'
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now
And damned out loud
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second
Shoot smack were blowing up worlds
We're all mad and tangled, in secret rooms, with Roman candles
Yeah, I was dreaming through the 'How's life' yawning
For a million crying corpses in their tragedy, of respectable existence
And that underground heroes of the tarmac
I like the things I do so 'Hooray for me'
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme
May be incredible so damned irascible
When she heard that her husband was dying
Doin' everythin's you ever wanted to?
And fuck you
