So I am a peephole
Into a windowless room
Where the sweat on the tiles
Is the only perfume
On the desk is a diary
And next to it a vase
The rose draws blood
And it drips on the lace
Our conversation moves in circles
And so do the hands of the clock
We sound like we are saying something
But it's all only idle talk
Mel says love is spiritual
But some of us disagree
Some get a kick out of being kicked
Every beater needs a beatee
What would it take to end
All this fighting
What could we do to stop
All the war
It's been going on
Since the very first caveman
Since he figured out
What a club was for
I got a dream in me
That nothing can quite kill
You may try to squash me
I know that's where you get your thrill
And I am gonna get myself up
And shake off these cliches
And I will see myself clear
Living in better days
I bleed real blood
Red as a your lips
It gushes out of me
In Technicolor strips
Can't hold it back
It is out of control
That's the way that it is
When you're a slave to your soul
I like the way that the world
Revolves around me
I am at the center
Of my very own galaxy
I get to call the shots
I get to say what's cool
I am no idiot, no
I suffer no fool
Now you must face your deepest fears
Or at the very least say
You're not afraid
If you do that
You're not just half way there
You are at the head of the parade
Is this the way to live a life
Never think about the meaning
Then one day you wake up
And the whole world is careening
Well I'm no philosopher
Not Jean Paul Sartre
But it doesn't take a genius to know
You gotta have heart, miles of heart