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Well this is one place where |
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Your gods can't dwell |
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It's like walking in |
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To the mouth of hell |
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Sweating our dignities out on the subway |
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At the beginning of another long, long day |
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As for my mortal remains |
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I couldn't care |
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'Cause when the day is done |
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She'll be waiting here |
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That's when I love the accommodations |
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In a urine smelling transit station |
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I'll move these rocks |
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For you my love |
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I will tear them up out of the Earth |
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And I will bend my spine |
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'Til it's quitting time |
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'Cause I know what your time is worth |
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And I'll give my days to the Neanderthals |
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With the classic rock |
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And the wrecking ball |
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I'll go swimming in the wet concrete |
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And I'll cast my pearls at the unpaved streets |
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I don't mind the mental atrophy |
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'Cause when the lids come down, you're all I see |
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You're like a lovely hallucination |
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You get me through my current occupation |
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I'll move these rocks |
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For you my love |
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I will tear them up out of the Earth |
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And I will bend my spine |
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'Til it's quitting time |
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'Cause I know what your time is worth |
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See I'm towering |
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Above mortal men |
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I'll emerge from the darkness |
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And there you stand |
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You're the Queen of all the surface streets |
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I'm a wiener boy, that you're here to meet |
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I don't need the money |
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I couldn't care |
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'Cause everything I want is standing right here |
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I would live on the street |
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In a cardboard shack |
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Just the worship the feet |
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And the curve of your back |
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You'll be my only preoccupation |
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On a permanent vacation |
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Now I will move these rocks |
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For you my love |
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I will tear them up out of the Earth |
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And I will bend my spine |
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'Til it's quitting time |
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'Cause I know what your love is worth |
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What your love is worth |
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What your love is worth |
