Hooray For Me
Hooray For Me
By Bad Religion
Well I can see my teenage father
standing straight on a desolate corner,
in the shadow of tentacled towers
by the red light of America,
I imagine how his mother felt
when she heard that her husband was dying
and the underground heroes of the tarmac
shooting smack
were blowing up worlds
and Damned out loud
hey, can you tell me
how does it feel?
yeah, tell me,
can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything that you don’t have to?
well that’s what I’m accustomed to
so hooray for me
and Fuck You
when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,
my angel devil reveller shook me desperately in dying,
I don’t exactly want to apologize for anything
and now
we’re all mad and tangled
in secret rooms with roman candles,
on an endless graveyard train
yeah, tell me
can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything just ‘cuz you want to?
well, that’s just what I do
so hooray for me
and Fuck You
yeah, I was dreaming through the “howzlife”, yawning,
car black at that night she told me “mad and meaningless as ever..”,
and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence
tell me,
can you imagine, for a second
tryin’ half the things, you ever wanted to?
well, that’s just what I do
so hooray for me
oh, yeah
I’m not respectable, and never sensible,
May be been incredible so damned irascible
I like the things I do
so hooray for me
and Fuck You
