Sticks at least, stones at most
If everyone becomes a ghost
I'll float out of the room
And we'll meet again soon
The games we play in the flickering light
Fighting different battles on the same side
And I know I've got no right
To any kind of pride
To feel what you feel
To see what you see
If I could be
Something but me
My blood has not gone blond
Oh-oh
It was like that all along
Oh
Maybe I'm threading the needle
on a spinning wheel
But I think I've got the right to feel
What I feel if it's real
Wriggling like an eel
Breaking my bones as I sleep
I dream of Halloween
1943
Truly obscene
My blood has not gone blond
Oh-oh
It was like that all along
Oh-oh-oh
My blood has not gonе blond
Oh-oh-oh
It was like that all along
Oh-oh
Feeling no need to explain myself
I need to focus on my hеalth
My Vegas residency
Must be postponed now
The routine lapsed at the sight of the point
I saw you flip a seven-sided coin
But who are we
To intervene
My blond blood floods the streets
Oh-oh
An unseen person cheats
Oh-oh
My blond blood floods the streets
Oh-oh
An unseen person cheats
Oh-oh
Who's burning down the building I was born in?