City Rain, City Streets

Oh city rain,

It floods the city streets

And in my city bed,

Out of my fuckin' head



Is it snowing in space?

God I wish I could talk to you...

Is it snowing in space?



And all the Chelsea Snow

It floods the Chelsea hotels

It stones the Chelsea girls

It stones the Chlelsea boys



Is it snowing in space?

God I wish I could talk to you...

Is it snowing in space?



How does your body feel today?

I forgot to ask.

Genius in a hospital bed

With briar-patch hair

It just isn't fair

Takin' bullets for a team of bad poets

How is it up there?

Takin' bullets for the team.



I really miss you

I really miss you

I really miss you

I fucked you over a million times

I fucked you over a million times

I fucked you over a million times

And you died, you died, you really died

Died, died, you really died



I am going to push them away

Fall to the leaves of the Winter tree's

Drowning, slowly, lonely

My City Rain