Grace Cathedral hill all wrapped in bones of a setting sun, all dust and stone and moribund. I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle for a New Year's Day. I sat and watched it burn away then turned and weaved through the slow decay. We were both a little hungry so we went to get a hotdog. Down the Hyde St. Pier, the light was slight and disappeared. The air, it stunk of fish and beer We heard a superman trumpet play the National Anthem. And the world may be long, for, you, but he'll never belong, to, you. But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight, are you feeling better now? ....... Are you feeling beeeettttter..nooooww. Are you feeling better now? Some way to greet the year: your eyes all bright and, brimmed with tears. The pilgrims, pills and tourists here all sing "Fifty three bucks to buy a brand new halo." I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and vinegar. I paid twenty-five vents to light a little white candle. And the world may be long, for, you, but he'll never belong, to, you. But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight, are you feeling better now? ....... Are you feeling beeeettttter..nooooww. Are you feeling better now? [Coda] La la la La la la La la la La la la la la
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