You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on And the whole world has to Answer right now Just to tell you once again Gonna tell you right I'm telling you

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed

Stop there and let me correct it I wanna live a life from a new perspective You come along because I love your face And I'll admire your expensive taste And who cares divine intervention I wanna be praised from a new perspective But leaving now would be

We've got to get to the sea Dreams to drain Put them in a cage Unlock the pain And I'll be here waiting You fell asleep with the key All your walls Mean nothing to me I know you'll come back

They've been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise Living in a future paradise Tell me who of them will come to be How many of them are you and me Consolation Living for the future paradise They've been wasting most their time Glorifying

Dame (come gimme some) I got a sweet tooth for love, baby gimme some You got the chocolate That yum, yum, come gimme some Cotton candy, sweet as gold It's soft like a sugar plum Roll up that Tootsie, that Hershey, that bubblegum Banana (come gimme some)

Someone wake me I've become my darkest fear Nude and violated I raped the life from her body Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin My marks of torture Left on my daughter Body badly beaten My ropes and chains

Miss independent That's why I love her She got her own thing Yeah, yeah yeah Won't you come and spend a little time Oh, the way she shine Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Is something about her Oh is something about

Shudlee boop boo woodlee diddlee ooh, zeen On the intercom, Rosie tell me to come She did have a son 'Cause she didn't have a daughter She said the lift doesn't work Run up the stairs and come And if you don't come quick You not gonna see your son And I