I'm a poor man's son (Poor man's son, workin' all night long) And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed you're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long Got a bad guitar and a simple

Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy House so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby You talking money, need a hearing aid You

This is how I'm feeling This is how I'm feeling (yeah) Did it all on purpose When I look around I see real things If you make it out your feelings 'Cause this is how I'm feeling Step into your building to make you nervous Better cuff your bitch 'cause

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in Maker take the body don't want it wants me A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play Swim

Of my dear someone Hurry and take me straight into the arms I want to go all over the world And start living free I know that there's somebody who Is waiting for me I'll build a boat, steady and true As soon as it's done I'm going to sail along in the

Let me see you move your bodies I’ll tear you apart I’ll feed off your heart I’m just what you need, the perfect disease Don’t you wanna turn the beauty into the beast? I wanna see your bodies grinding just for me I see the bodies slowly swayin’ Movin’

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just

But I'll go anywhere Yes, I'll go anywhere with you Oh, oh, oh, This is just where I came in The day turns into night Hope rides on Time has gone This is the danger zone This is where I came in

Into the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You pack your bags

I can't fake the daytime Found an entrance to escape into the dark Got false lights for the sun It's an artificial nocturne All that I believe I'm as fucked up as they say An outsider's escape for a broken heart I'm just as fucked up as they say