The Riots Remembering You

I remember your hell,
At a heartbreak hotel,
You were talking,
So bravely, so sweetly,
Leaving us sad,
On the unmade bed,
While the figurines wait in the streets.

Those were the prisons,
That was New York,
We were running for the money,
And the flesh,
That was called love,
For the workers in thought,
Probably still is,
For those of them left.

Oh, but you fall away,
Didn't you say,
You would turn your back on the clouds,
You fell away,
I never wanted you today,
I miss you,
I don't miss you,
I miss you,
I don't miss you,
And all of the gun-cladded clowns...

I remembered to tell,
At the secondly bell,
You were famous,
Your scar was a legend,
You told me again,
You'd prefer a handsome man,
But for me yo would make an exception.

Oh, clenching your fist,
For those like us,
You were oppressed by the picture of beauty,
You fixed your mask and said,
"Well never mind,
We are ugly,
But we've got the music"

Oh, when you ran away,
Killing me babe,
You just turned your back on the crowd,
You ran away,
I never wanted you to stay,
I'd leave you,
I won't leave you,
I'd leave you,
I won't leave you....
And all of that dancing around...

I don't mean to suggest,
That I love you the best,
You can keep track of each falling German,
I remember your hell,
At the heartbreak hotel,
That's all,
I don't even think of you that often...