You know I don’t like you
But you want to be my friend
There are bodies on the ceiling
And they are fluttering their wings
It’s ok, I’m angry
But you’ll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again
And I can’t see why
You want to talk to me
When your vision of America
Is crystal and clean
I wanna white bread life
Just something ignorant in the rain
I see God upon the ceiling
I see angels overhead
And he seems so close
As he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close
As we are led to understand
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes walking walking walking
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes
walking on my skin again and again
On my mind
Oh Lord No
Yes she’s walking on my skin again and again
But you want to be my friend
There are bodies on the ceiling
And they are fluttering their wings
It’s ok, I’m angry
But you’ll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again
And I can’t see why
You want to talk to me
When your vision of America
Is crystal and clean
I wanna white bread life
Just something ignorant in the rain
I see God upon the ceiling
I see angels overhead
And he seems so close
As he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close
As we are led to understand
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes walking walking walking
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes
walking on my skin again and again
On my mind
Oh Lord No
Yes she’s walking on my skin again and again
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