Aching for You

Chinese food and your sleeping bag We're born-again losers It's funny Honey, you know, this is not so bad Hanging around, wired for sound It's funny And sad and it's true I'm aching Aching for you We carry an island around on our backs We're born-again vagrants It's funny And we ask for nothing wherever we land Meanwhile, we got nothing Isn't that something? It's funny And sad and it's true I'm aching Aching for you Wailing in the garage Breaking all the rules And I don't need you You know you're truly bizarre You're changing all the rules And I don't need you But I want you bad We're all I ever had Love is a needle, goes all the way down I'm always surprised It's funny So shoot me a roll of your best paradise It's so pretty I just want to die It's funny And sad and it's true I'm aching Aching for you It's funny I'm aching for you