Hooray For Me

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[Verse 1]
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Well I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,
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In the shadow of tentacle towers by the red light of America, oh.
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I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,
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And that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds
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And damned out loud.
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Hey, can you tell me how does it feel?

[Chorus]
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Yeah, tell me, Can you imagine, for a second,
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Doing anything that you don't have to?
                       E                 B
Well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me.

[Verse 2]
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When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank.
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My angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying.
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I don't exactly want to apologize for anything.
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And now we're all mad,
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And tangled,
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In secret rooms,
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With roman candles,
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On an endless graveyard train,

[Chorus]
             A                E             B
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
              E                      A
Doing anything just 'cuz you want to?
                  E               B
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me

[Verse 3]
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I was dreaming through the howzlife, yawning, car black in my mind,
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when she told me mad and meaningless as ever.
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And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
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For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence.

[Chorus]
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Can you imagine, for a second,
                      E                   A
Trying half the things, you ever wanted to?
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Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me.

        A                  E               B
Oh, yeah, I'm unrespectable, never sensible,
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Maybe incredible, so damned irascible.
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And I like the things I do so hooray for me

         E
And fuck you.