We are not, we're not really here.
In the ghettoes dreaming of meadows.
But all of our loves are Blueboy pin ups, all of our sorrows are antiques.
Dime novels discarded in hovels, Mickey & The Milk of Human Kindness. Johnny & The Anorak of Dreams. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, ha ha ha ha.
You collapse at every street corner like it's a station of the cross,
How do you carry what you've lost...Johnny?
You massacred all of my heroes at the karaoke bar, now you are my only star...Johnny.
J-J-J-Johnny, here comes your golden chord.
In the grottos scrawling our mottos.
WE'VE ONLY FAITH IN HOLOCAUST A& VAUDEVILLE. LET THE ANGELS BUNDLE UP OUR BONES.
For thy brothers, sad lovers & giants...
A sullen stream of music for funerals, perhaps we should have just sent flowers.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, ha ha ha ha.
You collapse at every street corner like it's a station of the cross,
How do you carry what you've lost ...Johnny?
You massacred all of my heroes at the karaoke bar, now you are my only star...Johnny.
J-J-J-Johnny, here comes your golden chord.