Текст песни Hooray for Me… - 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
that
underground
heroes
of
the
tarmac
Shoot
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
Doin'
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
reveler
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
Doin'
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
'How's
life'
yawning
Car
back
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
Doin'
everythin's
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
incredible
so
damned
irascible
I
like
the
things
I
do
so
'Hooray
for
me'
And
fuck
you
1 Incomplete
2 What It Is
3 Slumber
4 Hooray for Me…
5 Individual
6 Television
7 The Handshake
8 Tiny Voices
9 Marked
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