I met an anarchist in Tompkins Square Park
He was an angry man, spinning words so dark
He called for death to rich men, death to Yuppies too
Death to art fags, bourgeois blacks, death to landlord Jews!
Kill the bankers, kill the cops, kill him her and he
Kill them all for CBS, NBC, ABC, TBN, CNN, HBO, Live At Five, MTV Spring Break
Party Weekend, Sally Jesse Raphael, Geraldo, Oprah, Arsenio, Regis and Kathy
Lee…
And I said
«Hey, I admire your get up and go
Your youthful brooding and sexually charged enthusiasm
And all your other utterly naïve and thoroughly endearing adolescent qualities
and I
Bet you can keep it up all night, can’t you?
But I bet you don’t even use a rubber, no you don’t even use a rubber…
Because
You think you can live forever
Or do you have this adorable and misguided notion that death is something
really radical and cool
But I still can help being wildly attracted to your fresh-faced uncompromised
tattooed rebel stance and, goddamn, I’d like to help you sing your tune."
But I’ve been making friends with this here death
And it seems a might too soon
And I said, «Hello death, goodbye Avenue A
I’m getting tired of waiting
Tired of being afraid
Joseph Campbell gave me hope and now I have been saved
So I sing, 'Hello death, goodbye Avenue A.'»
Now I’m not trying to be flippant here, or irreverent, or exploitive,
or sarcastic, or ironic, or post-modern, and this is not a parody
Get it? Got it? Good
I’ve been thinking what he told me, that it’s okay to cry
When we held the crystal Tina Chow spent twelve grand to buy;
Homeopathic mantras, fresh-squeezed wheat grass juice
Doctors up in Bellevue, Doctors Salk and Suess
And it’s time we’ll all be going home
If you can find the way
Yes, everyone is going home
Going home to stay
And it’s time we find a way to cope, a way to find
Some hope, for some it’s the Bible or Buddha or
Mohammed or Krishna or cheesecake or bourbon or the Butthole Surfers or Giorgio
Armani or Romeo Gigli
And you really can’t afford it but it looks so fabulous on you so why don’t you
take it on home, and speaking of home, isn’t it about time you move out of that
East Village hellhole, the one with the Honeymooners view of the brick wall out
the window because you deserve something more life affirming like a tree,
or a flower, or a patch of grass, or a singing little bluebird,
or maybe you just want to take your boyfriend to Europe because he’s never
been or quit the job you always hated or learn how to play the guitar (it's
easy) or get obscenely drunk in a piano bar and sing show tunes…
Show tunes!
…and don’t be embarrassed, because at this point I’d rather see «Brigadoon»
than «Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer», or maybe you’d like to get
politically active so you disrupt a Presidential press conference by shoving a
5 pound week old stalk of broccoli between those thin lying lizard lips that no
one can read anyway because half the country is illiterate and the other half
is apathetic including the First Lady who couldn’t step just 500 feet out of
the overdecorated White House to visit the goddamn Quilt or maybe you’d like to
put a bullet into Jesse Helms' peabrain but you know when you start thinking
like that, when you start thinking like they do, then it’s time to let go of
the material world, so maybe you’d like to get yourself some religion cause
Jesus is the Way
Jesus is the Way
Jesus is the Way
Jesus is the Way
Jesus is the Way
Jesus is the Way
Besides, it’s a lot easier to accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and
Savior when He looks like Willem DaFoe
But maybe that stuff turns you off, so you rent «Power of Myth»;
it made me feel really good (for about ten minutes), or maybe you’d rather do
acid and listen to Led Zeppelin…
Then again, the last time I took hallucinogenic drugs was about five years ago;
I took mushrooms in Joshua Tree looking for that Carlos Castaneda kind of
experience. I got off, my boyfriend didn’t; he fell asleep, left me alone with
the TV, turned on PBS, you know what was on? …"Berlin Alexanderplatz"
So I started watching it, and you know what??? I got really bummed out
And that’s when I said
No to Drugs
No to Drugs
No no no no no to drugs
And maybe you’d like to say no to drugs too or maybe you want to join Atheists
of America or the Madonna Fan Club or watch Richard Gere follow the Dali Lama
around the world and then do those oh-so-Zen like movies with those oh-so-Zen
like messages like, «Hey! It’s fun to be a prostitute!» I can’t wait to spread
my legs across Hollywood Blvd. Because then maybe some rich, handsome
billionaire in a Jag will come driving up and take me shopping on Rodeo Drive
and that’s what a woman’s all about anyway, right?
Sucking and shopping
Sucking and shopping
Sucking and shopping
Sucking and shopping
C’mon, it’s a singalong!
Sucking and shopping
Sucking and shopping…
Sucking and shopping…
Sucking and shopping…
But hey, who am I to argue because it’s the feel good movie of the summer,
it’s the feel good movie of the year, it’s the feel good movie of the Nineties,
it’s the feel good movie of the Millennium, and you know what? If it puts a
smile on your face and a song in your heart and a spring in your step, well…
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever gives you hope
Even if it’s a truly tasteless joke
So…
Fax a manifesto
Pencil in a date
Let me know when something gives
I hope it’s not too late
Cause I’m getting tired of waiting
Tired of being afraid
Joseph Campbell gave me hope and now I have been saved
So I sing
Hello death, goodbye Avenue A
Hello death, goodbye Avenue A
Hello death, goodbye Avenue A
Hello death, goodbye Avenue A