Its safe in the city to love in a doorway
Wrangle some screams from the dawn
And isnt it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh, trails on a leash
Will you see that Im scared and Im lonely?
So Ill break up my room, and yawn and Ill run to the center of things
Where the knowing one says
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Im glad that youre older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isnt that me?
Im in your way, and Ill steal every moment
If this trade is a course, than Ill bless you
And turn to crossroads and hamburgers
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Ill make you a deal, like any other candidate
Well pretend, were walking home cause your futures at stake
My set is amazing, it even smells like a street
Theres a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the wall I smell the blood of les tricoteuses
Who wrote up scandals in other bars
Im having so much fun with the poisonous people
Spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up
Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish thay youd never been seen
But theres a shop on the corner thats selling papier mache
Making bullet-proof faces Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
So you scream out of line
I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?
Tres butch little number whines Hey dirty, I want you
When its good, its really good, and when its bad I go to pieces
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar of a church with the door ajar
Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind
But we cant stop trying til we break up our minds
Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
Well by some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river holding hands
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing your brain?
Do you think that your face looks the same?
Then let it be, its all I ever wanted
Its a street with a deal, and a taste
Its got claws, its got me, its got you…