Chelsea

For a chemical imbalance, you sure know how to ride a train
Your revolution is a deathbed, and the music is your maid
When someone comes a knocking with a needle on a tray
Only your lonesome lies beside you
For you told me not to stay
You are somebodys baby
Some mother held you near
No its not important, theyre just pretty words, my dear
There is no distraction that can make me disappear
No theres nothing that wont remind you
I will always be right here
And you spit the blood back, split the blood back
Baby, Im amazed that youre alright
Oh , so long prison boy, I wont be home with you tonight
Were both very sick
Our muscles all worn down
Its as if we are 100
No, I wont still be around
Because Ive fallen, yes Im fallen right into the love I found
Long before I reach 100
Ill have fallen to the ground
And for generations their romance has made us more
Or much less than than ever was before
The chelsea and the floor
Make us stand before the masses like two speakers for the poor
When theres no revolution
Nothing we were fighting for
And you spit the blood back , split the blood back
Baby, Im amazed that youre alright
Oh, so long prison boy, I wont be home
I wont be home
I wont be home with you tonight
And you can call the service bell
When we stay at the Chelsea hotel
And Ill stay out of my own health
Oh, so long prison boy, I wont be home
I wont be home
I wont be home with you tonight