Hooray For Me... - Bad Religion

Well I can see my teenage father
Standing straight on a desolate corner
In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of
AmericaI imagine how his mother felt
When she heard that her husband was dying
And that underground heroes of the tarmac
Shoot smack were blowing up worlds
And d**ned out loud
Hey can you tell me how does it feel
Yeah tell me can you imagine for a second
Doin' anything that you don't have to
Well that's what
I'm accustomed to so '
Hooray for me'
And f**k you
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank
My angel devil reveler shook me desperately in dying
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything and now
We're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with
Roman candles
On an endless graveyard train
Yeah tell me can you imagine for a second
Doin' anything just 'cuz you want to
Well that's just what
I do so '
Hooray for me'
And f**k you
Yeah I was dreaming through the '
How's life' yawning
Car back at that night she told me '
Mad and meaningless as ever'
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme
For a million crying corpses in their tragedy
Of respectable existence
Tell me can you imagine for a second
Doin' everythin's you ever wanted to
Well that's just what
I do so '
Hooray for me'
Oh yeah
I'm not respectable and never sensible
May be incredible so d**ned irascible
I like the things
I do so 'Hooray for me'
And f**k you