You can huff and you can puff But youll never destroy that stuff Finally, I see why, I suppose Kid, you better change your feathers Cause youll never fly with those things In These Nights, the boys sing Hello, emptiness I heard youre alright Ive heard youre alright Ive heard of you A body aching, fragile, and pale Dark valleys house its trail Why cant you see that a life in art and a life of mimicry Its the same thing?! The room was crowded And, though you couldnt care less about it, that much was true That month Another version of this miniature Rome to set fire to Why did we stop fucking around? Girls like gazelles graze Boys wearing bells blaze new trails in sound I looked up I looked around A famous Toronto painter shot me down Oh, Ive busted my ass on these streets too long, he said I set fire to the bed and tore his gown Felt some mercurial presence, hitherto unknown It was the sun, it was a stone falling through blank space It was that jewelencrusted roan getting in my face Looked across the way to The Princess Rooms I saw brides and their grooms I heard the sound of bells ringing! Cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire when across An ocean we go We row and we row and we tire Now, step out of the darkness and into the light Yeah, its common knowledge Ive been doing alright No, I cant complain On the East side, midwives lives go down the drain All cause our babies are dying I lifted the veil to see natures trickery revealed as pure shit From which nothing ever rose cause nothing ever could I swear somewhere the truth lies within this wood I swear, Looters Follies has never sounded so good And, win or lose, whats the difference?
heard, looked, alright, row, trail