I'm getting down with it

I'm bored of cheap and cheerful
I want expensive sadness
Hospital bills, parole
Open doors to madness

I want you to be crazy 'cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy 'cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

I'm sick of social graces
Show your sharp-tipped teeth
Lose your cool in public
Dig illegal meat

'Cause love is just a dialogue
You can't survive on ice-cream
You got the same needs as a dog
It's alright
To be mean

Running into trouble
Running into trouble
You got heavenly eyes
A thousand highs
Always on a mission
It's not lovin'
It's not kissin'
It's a heavenly ride
You still got wheels, kid

If I go missing
Don't you worry for me
I'm just writing
My side of the story
Just like Jackie
I'm biting my lips
Scoring my mind
With whatever I can find

I'm going down the coast to
M.E.X.I.C.O.
see you!

Farewell, my black balloon

Last day of magic, where are you?

This ain't no wow no more