New Ways of Living

Maybe I should have loved you Maybe I should have sworn Not to be born Of this wretched glove too soon But a dragon needs room! A dragon needs room! A dragon needs room To run, run, run, run... I was a desert in love with extremes You married well, a gentlewoman of means who Kept the word "Destroyer" embroidered on her jeans, too (La la la) I wore skins. I didn't care who survived The band foretold trends from Spring of '85 They're calling it "The New Decay"... Hey, so am I (La la la) Treacherous fop, don't be embarrassed For looking good at your table on the terrace That you call home. I'm sold! Paris, London, Rome's too old for you And your kind Explosions want to see what they can find: New ways of living... It's you and your kind: The New Ways of Living!