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 somebody's baby

Some mother held you near

No it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear

There is no distraction that can make me disappear

No there's nothing that won't remind you

I will always be right here



And you spit the blood back, split the blood back

Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright

Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home with you tonight



We're both very sick

Our muscles all worn down

It's as if we are 100

No, I won't still be around

Because I've fallen, yes I'm fallen right into the love I found

Long before I reach 100

I'll have fallen to the ground

And for generations their romance has made us more

[?] 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 there's no revolution

Nothing we were fighting for



And you spit the blood back, split the blood back

Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright

Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home

I won't be home

I won't be home with you tonight



And you can call the service [?]

When we stay at the Chelsea hotel

And I'll stay out of my own health



Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home

I won't be home

I won't be home with you tonight