Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest I was left to fend for myself I was left in a basket, just like baby Moses To float down that muddy river Protected by the stupid little fairies
I floated for nine days and nights I floated for nine days and nights Till I came to the city Bright lights and all the fine ladies Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies
I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of Just like you are, and I love you Like a sticky piece of cotton candy In this bright red cotton candy, candy world
I'm so excited about the prospects Of meeting with a Stranger in an alley I'm so excited
I hope they're rough, I hope their skin is Tough like Spanish leather Can't wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine I can't wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine
Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest Raised by suburban lions out in the jungle We really like to run in packs—and I like that When we hunt, we all function with one mind Our collective predications are as sharp as the Razor in my pocket, and as dull as the ice Melting slowly in my glass
My only love is the love of oblivion in a dark room With a couple of pedestrian wolves So artfully backlit by a solitary candle I take my pleasure in soft, red clouds of desire So funky in this unwashed bed for one With the soft, red dreams of oblivion
I'm so excited about the prospects Of meeting with a Stranger in an alley I'm so excited
I'm so excited, 'cause soon I'll hit the streets I am the crown prince of pavement I'm so excited Under the sheltering skin Stretched out so pale and thin There is an ocean of bright red liquid love And that, my friend, is my favorite color
Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest And I take my pleasure on a soft, red cloud And I take my pleasure in the monkey's bed And the wolves still howl and the light still glowing red And I take my pleasure in a blue, steel game And I take my pleasure through the monkey's eye And the wolves all howl while the world around me dies
I'm so excited about the prospects Of meeting with a stranger In an alley I'm so excited
I hope they're rough I hope their skin is tough Like Spanish leather
Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest I was left to fend for myself I was left in a basket—just like baby Moses To float down that muddy river Protected by all those stupid little fairies
I floated for nine days and nights Till I came to the city Bright lights and all the fine ladies Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies
I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of Just like you are in this bright cotton candy, candy world Raised by pedestrian wolves....