Who are 'ya?
Who are 'ya?
With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark

Who are 'ya?
Who are 'ya?
With your hand on your prick and your eyes on the stars
And you wonder if the satellites are sending you some invitation
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark

And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiator, oh
Like an arpeggio
I cannot stay, I cannot go
Up come the elevator, down go the elevator
And we go downtown

And then it rains on you, and then it pours
And then the angel of the future is locking all her doors
And then you're shocked at how you have become some crocodile form of the truth
Like a forest coming up through the floor

So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear
I've made it almost halfway, dear
May I hang from the branches of the past above that crocodile and his crocodile tears