Another tight
Beer-can night
In your basement of despair
Naked ladies on the wall
Because they belong there
Detroit T-shirt, worn and torn
With seven days of stains
But ah, when you lift your pen
For Roxy Music and the Dolls
The Village Voice
It has no choice
It must laud your every word
How does it feel to be you, Lester Bangs?
How does it feel to be you, Lester Bangs?
Three thousand miles away
This nerd hangs on your word
I lean, and you are leaned upon
When all my life was so wrong
Drugs and Allen Ginsberg books
Every day is the same
Lester wrapped in an American flag
He watches the football game
Then Lester, loose on carpet
Full of 4 a.m. pain
But oh, when you lift your pen
For Roxy Music and the Dolls
The Village Voice
It has no choice
They must laud your every word
How does it feel to be you, Lester Bangs?
How does it feel to be you, Lester Bangs?
Three thousand miles away
This nerd hangs on your word
I lean, and you are leaned upon
When all my youth went oh so wrong
