I could travel to NY City
Dress in black and slump around the Village
Pierce my flesh with jewels and needles
Turn my black hair white or whatever
I could hang out with the mod and the junkie
Sleep all day and run out of money
Put my faith in God or the Beatles
Turn my black hair whatever I needed
whatever I needed
But I'd still be the same to you
My heart would remain for you
I could inject my anger like some venom
Seek revenge then slowly drown in it
Pierce my head with weed or religion
Turn my black thoughts white or whatever
I could thin about all I'm missing
Lift my head and see what I can take in
Put my fears away with a ribbon
Turn my white thoughts whatever I needed

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