it was an evening I shared with the sun to find out where we belong from the earliest days we were dancing in the shadows more wine cuz I got to have it more skin cuz I got to eat it inside the outside by the river used to be so calm used to be so sane I rushed the lady's room took the water from the toilet washed her feet and blessed her name more peace is such a dirty habit slow down, we're too afraid Let me ride Let me ride Burn my eyes Let me rideTurn My Head
anyone, caught in your mystery keep it angry keep it whispy I've fallen down drunk on your juices turn my head turn my head it's aimed at you funky temple your dress is torn to shreds your eyes are crazy I bowed to save my head and I can't forget you but I can't remember turn my head turn my head it's aimed at you oh no, we came to love you all day these bastards are leavin' somebody's got to stay whatever we called you it's just a name just a nameHeropsychodreamer
I'll kill you in my dreams I turn the other cheek during the day I'll kill you all the subculture of my dreams is waiting for me to fall asleep I know you're scared, you should be I know you're scared hero dreamer This attic of my mind these feelings I can't hide I can't share I feel alone, ah yeah the subconscious keeps me here I feel in love with a balladeer I saw your tongue, it licked my heart they called you queer hero dreamer hero they called you queer they called you queer they called you queer they called you queerFreaks
If the mother goes to sleep with you will you run and tell geraldo If the mother bears your children without tears without the usual costs of labor if the mother goes to bed with you will you run and tell the neighbors will you hide behind that get up that you wear or will take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade like peter did on the hill will you call her a freak? will you call them freaks? if the mother goes to bed with you will you run and tell the papers how she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphia with a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth and henry miller in your back pocket you little f***er if the mother goes to bed with you in the bowels of the cathedral will you render her asunder with what she really needs or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about finding yourself in your mother's arms will you call her a freak will you call them freaks or will you call them gods will you call them freaks you know your sperm is weak you never looked, so high to ever find her so low you did not have to go, that far to show her you were holy now you know they're gonna come for you and drag your silly name into the mud if the mother bears your children without tears and without the usual cost of labor, labor, labor, labor
