Radio Iodine For You
I could travel to NY City Dress in black and slump around the Village Pierce my flesh with jewels and needles Turn my black hair white or whatever I could hang out with the mod and the junkie Sleep all day and run out of money Put my faith in God or the Beatles Turn my black hair whatever I needed whatever I needed But I'd still be the same to you My heart would remain for you I could inject my anger like some venom Seek revenge then slowly drown in it Pierce my head with weed or religion Turn my black thoughts white or whatever I could thin about all I'm missing Lift my head and see what I can take in Put my fears away with a ribbon Turn my white thoughts whatever I needed
