HOWL Lyrics

If I am to be free

There's a joy in me

Allen and Cassady

Just like you and me

Holy infant, holy men

Holy urge to start again

Holy angels on the street

Going crazy, crazy

I wanna hunt for true

I wanna yell in pain and joy like you

I want a thing to need

I wanna rip it out and feel it leave

Ugliness and filth in me

What is beauty?

Throw your salad on the screen

This bright lobotomy

What would he have thought of pain?

And of indirects online?

Why is jazz just for the rich?

Have we lost your mind?

I wanna hunt for true

I wanna yell in pain and joy like you

I want a thing to need

I wanna rip it out and let it bleed

We wear teardrops of cement

Overshare our gratitude

Dream of feeling something

Then call it all a mood

The machinery of night

But there's no dark and there's no light

Everything will blend to one

If there's no boredom, there's no fun

I wanna hunt for true

I wanna yell in pain and joy like you

I want a thing to need

I wanna rip it out and feel it leave

If I am to be free

There's a joy in me

I'd run naked on the street

She would hate me