I ain't no stranger to strangers. I got a lot of love to give. Can't see through to the back of the room. When the lights go dim, That's when the violence blooms.
The wispers carry on tension Of the strings between the cans. All the brows are down at me And the words slash whenever they can.
But I've got one thing more Than anybody with giddy grins On their plastic faces And their squared-off chins.
I've got life.
I've got life.
I ain't no secrets to secrets. Many have been mine to keep. Heaven knows, I've been a few. When they got back to their houses, They wished away secrets they knew.
They scream to break the tension. If they don't, they go insane. They poison their faces, Turn the keys and spill their brains.
But I've got something more Than loose binds to convention. I'm a prism of truth From another dimension.
I've got life.
I've got life.
Even though they say they don't, I know that they want to know ''How does the other half live?"
Lately I have been under the influence of punk and early new wave. Again.