't recognize me it was like I wasn't there Why won't they let me in And then I saw lou I'm so mad at him Lou reed got married and didn't invite me I
Train entering the city I lost myself and never came back Took a trip 'round the world and never came back Black silhouettes, criss-crossed tracks, never
forth floor She pointed the gun at Andy saying ?You cannot control me anymore? I believe there's got to be some retribution I believe an eye for an
It doesn't matter what I'm thinking It's the images that are worth repeating And repeating Those images, images If you're looking for a deeper meaning
want to be what I am not For a nobody like you The bullet split my spleen and lung The doctors said I was gone Inside I've got some shattered bone For
me but don't kiss hello And please don't touch It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me The way to make friends, Andy, is invite them up for
fatty People look at you funny When you're in a smalltown My father worked in construction It's not something for which I'm suited Oh, what is something for
't you recognize us? We're everything you hate Andy loves old Hollywood movies He'll scare you hypocrites to death You know that shooting up's for real
'll turn the camera on and I won't even be there A portrait that moves, you look great I think I'll put the Empire State Building on your wall For 24
never seemed enough He said I was lazy, I said I was young He said, "How many songs did you write" I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, "Ten" You won
fatty People look at you funny When you're in a small town My father worked in construction It's not something for which I'm suited Oh, what is something for
don't kiss hello and please don't touch It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me The way to make friends Andy is invite them up for tea
enough he said I was lazy, I said I was young He said, "How many songs did you write ?" I'd written zero, I'd lied and said, "Ten." "You won't be young
: (feat. John Cale) The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree That's all he sees, he paints a tree The trouble with a classicist he looks
recognize us, we're everything you hate Andy loves old Hollywood movies, he'll scare you hypocrites to death You know that shooting up's for real That
really age you look the same If we all looked the same, we wouldn't play these games Me dressing for you and you dressing for me Undressing for me Faces
It doesn't matter what I'm thinking It's the images that are worth repeating Ah, repeating, images Images If you're looking for a deeper meaning I'
could slowly slip away If I have to lock the door another life exists no more slip away Friends have said to lock the door Watch out for who comes
