Move to N.Y.C With Me

In your spinning music.
Below the water of our time.
Drugs control rats, angels help homosexual priests.
Below our dirty society.
I move with the waves of your eyes.
In bloom, beyond your long hair.
We can write with our N.Y.C connections.
Time will not move as we look for fellow painters.

In central park.

They sell fucks for two bucks in N.Y.C subways.
We'll buy them when were drunk, and to lazy to masturbate.
Climb mountains, eat taco's, and sell "I Love Traffic" T-shirts to ignorant tourist.
We'll strip naked and read books to people who will listen to us.
All of this in N.Y.C.

Small tangled butterflies search for truth in N.Y.C slums.
The junkies see them and think it's the heroin.
"Must be good shit." They say.

Letters from our families we can hide in the bathtub.
Only on Sundays will we wash.
After we hear the gospel at a corrupt church asking for fifties, but taking checks.

The Mafia will kill all our friends but we can still remember only one definite friend.
Cory he was real.
Don't cry we can go to heaven after all this and see him.

I'm eating feces, I'd rather have a girl.
But they all say I'm a friend.
This set off my spider, he enters a Bob Dylan song about jail.

Drowned in semen and salt water in New South Wales.
I want so bad to make love to an angel looking junky woman.
We'll beat up Harvard law students, unless there big.

Pirates raid thunderstorms looking for gold, guns, and sugar cubes.
I can sell a boat to a dead man if you can smell the gas heater.
He gets high on camping trips we can always remember.
Bring your rock 'n' roll records for us to listen to.
If you love me I'll bake us baked beans.

They will never hang me for murder cause I could never kill.
Never a man with a beard, Jesus Christ, I love religion.
Buddha I love you, you're motivational.

Fruit as tuff as leather.
Disease is a smelly word if you're talking about VD's.

Don't die at ten.
Don't die at eleven.
Never die, never die, never die.
Drink holy water from the Catholic Church, sing Leadbelly.
But never die, stay alive.

Smash the clock on the ice of a river.
One mirror shows us love, and the other a speaker.

I want to tread through hell with you, I want to sing in heaven with your blonde soul.
Silk sheets when we're rich, will comfort us on winter nights.
Cancer in the intestines will bring out the spice in food.
Pizza will be eaten at every holiday gathering.

We can listen to drug addict singers, we can worship Bruce Lee.

Take care of me when I have horrible dreams.
Sing me out of my coma.
Help me cry when the times are sad.