(And I want, and I need) (And I lust, animal) I gotta feel it in my blood, whoa oh I need your touch, don't need your love, whoa oh A wild ride, over stony ground Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid

That's why the lady is a tramp Life without care She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and

I wear it like a tattoo Hungry for life And thirsty for the distant river He told me sweet lies of sweet loves Heavy with the burden of the truth And he spoke of his dreams Broken by the burden Broken by the burden of his youth Fourteen years he said