you're not giving an inch you're not strung like wire your open arms they flinch joan crawford style treated like a towel inside you howl on some dark concrete midnight street you've built an altar that's quite complete your
self control is damned amazing you're trying hard and i want you little miss emperor you really want to grow and you're alert, i know but babies mostly drown it's a company town cheat gods and joke attack your noble ghost i saw the best minds of my generation learn how to crawl across our nation conformity falls like one wet blanket look how we live and i want you little miss emperor little miss emperor trying to open doors