Hooray For Me
Bad Religion
Hooray For Me
By Gerd Thienel: [emailprotected]
I Can See My Teenage Father Standing Straight On A Desolate Corner
In The Shadow Of Tentacled Towers By The Red Light Of America.
I Imagine How His Mother Felt When She Heard That Her Husband Was Dying.
And The Underground Heroes Of The Tarmac Shooting Smack Were Blowing Up
Worlds
And Damned Out Loud.
Hey, Can You Tell Me How Does It Feel ?
Don't Have To ?
Well That's What I'm Accustomed To, So Hooray For Me... Fuck You !
When I Slept With Stony Faces On The Riverbank,
My Angeldevil Reveler Shook Me Desperately In Dying.
I Don't Exactly Want To Apologize For Anything.
And Now We're All Mad And Tangled In Secret Rooms With Roman Candles
Cis Fis
On An Endless Graveyard Train.
'Cus You Want To ?
Well That's Just What I Do, So Hooray For Me... And Fuck You !
Yeah, I Was Dreaming Through The Howzlife, Yawning, Car Black In The Night
She Told Me Mad And Meaningless As Ever
And A Song Came On My Radio Like A Cemetry Rhyme
Wanted To ?
Well That's Just What I Do, So Hooray For Me...
Oh Yeah... I'm Not Respactable, And Never Sensible, I've Been Incredible
So Damned Irascible, I Like The Things I Do, So Hooray For Me... Fuck You !
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