In Koreatown, the Godfather stands. Disappears, dancing, magic money he is waving.
I avoid the park and the people who go there.
Godfather hails a fast taxi cab.
The eternal voodoo trash artist stands above his roots, and underneath a psychedelic fog. And I am singing along.
I avoid the park and the people who go there.
Now, I stand in front of a paralyzed-eyes redheaded wheelchair figurine, staring at the tragedy.
Tragedy stares back at me, in Koreatown.
Where my suicide attempts were inspired, and I was taken by the lab rats.
'Cause every breath is a symptom of an undiagnosable disease.
Give your life for a diagnosis.
She found me on the New York scene, after she gave her life to a computer screen.
When I was nineteen, it was a strange year.
Gaslit me! Alienated everybody! I helped her find free groceries!
Could've been the next post-Velvet disco queen tragedy, or an herbal tea, or maybe, just crazy.
Just like me! Just like me!
Like the billboards in the sky!
Look at the billboards in the sky!
Watch them screamin' out every thought you're thinkin' about.
I will sacrifice myself for a greater cause.
In Koreatown, the Godfather waits for ink to exude from his face.
Where my suicide was well-documented, and I simmered with the lab rats.
'Cause every virtue is a symptom of a temporary terminal disease.
Give your life for a diagnosis, in Koreatown.