| Lyrics | What thoughts I have of you tonight, Allen Ginsberg.
You're in a supermarket in California thinking of Walt Whitman, while I'm standing here holding a pistol and thinking of you.
And both of us, though in different ways, are faced with the same question: Are you my angel?
And now that it's done, I'm not surprised that I can't say I'm sorry.
After all it was he or I, and I'm alive.
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Allen Ginsberg.
You were lonely, and I'm lonely too.
I've thrown the gun away. |
