Something kind of hit me today. I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way. People will hold us to blame. It hit me today it hit me today. We're taking it hard all the time. Why don't we pass it by?. Just reply you've changed your mind. We're fighting with the eyes of the blind. Taking it hard taking it hard. Yet now. We feel that we are paper choking on you nightly. They tell me "Son we want you be elusive but don't walk far". For we're breaking in the new boys deceive your next of kin. For you're dancing where the dogs decay defecating ecstasy. You're just an ally of the leecher. Locator for the virgin King but I love you in your fuck-me pumps. And your nimble dress that trails. Oh dress yourself my urchin one for I hear them on the rails. Because of all we've seen because of all we've said. We are the dead. One thing kind of touched me today. I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid. Pressing our love through the night. Knowing it's right knowing it's right. Now I'm hoping someone will care. Living on the breath of a hope to be shared. Trusting on the sons of our love. That someone will care someone will care. But now. We're today's scrambled creatures locked in tomorrow's double feature. Heaven's on the pillow its silence competes with hell. It's a twenty-four hour service guaranteed to make you tell. And the streets are full of press men. Bent on getting hung and buried. And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt. Who sucks you while you're sleeping. It's the theater of financiers. Count them fifty 'round a table. White and dressed to kill. Oh caress yourself my juicy. For my hands have all but withered. Oh dress yourself my urchin one for I hear them on the stairs. Because of all we've seen because of all we've said. We are the dead. We are the dead