When 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? 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 And fuck you! When I slept with stony faces on the river bank 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 And fuck you! Yeah I was dreaming through the how’s life, yawning car black headlamp night 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 Tell me, can you imagine, for a second Trying half the things you ever wanted to? Well that's just what I do so hooray for me Oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, never sensible Maybe incredible, so damned irascible And I like the things I do so hooray for me And fuck you!