Hooray For Me

Well 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, oh
Hey can you tell me how does it feel?
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
Doing anything that you don't have to?
Well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,
My angel devil 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,
On an endless graveyard train
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing
Anything just 'cause you want to?
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me
I was dreaming through the "how's life", yawning,
Car black in my mind, when she told me "mad and meaningless as ever..",
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence
Can you imagine, for a second,
Trying out the things you ever wanted to,
Well that's just what I do so hooray for me
Oh, yeah, I'm unrespectable, and never sensible,
Maybe incredible, so damned irascible
Well I like the things I do so hooray for me
And fuck you.