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Hooray For Me . . .
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can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,
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in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America,
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I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,
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and that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds
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and Damned out loud,
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he, can you tell me how does it feel?
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yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
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doing anything that you don't have to?
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well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me . . . and fuck you!
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when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,
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my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying,
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I don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now
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we're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles,
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on an endless graveyard train
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yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing
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anything just cuz you want to?
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well, that's just what I do so hooray for me . . . and fuck you!
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yeah, I was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning,
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car black, when she told me "mad and meaningless as ever . . .",
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and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
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for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence
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oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, and never sensible,
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I've been incredible so damned irascible
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and I like the things I do so hooray for me . . . and fuck you!
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Hooray For Me . . .
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| bad religion |
