Give Me All Of Your Clothes

Art student all dressed in chains
Yankee porn, Wiemar fashion, sulphate Berlin
Disapproval pushes out your chin
I am your brother though I’m living in sin

Won’t you give me all of your clothes?
You love the bad times
And I’ve been through those

I nestled in the bosom of the middle class
I was a genius in a private school
I went to college and I was so messed up
But I found new wave and so I was saved

So won’t you give me all of your clothes?
Your kings road jack boots
With matte black steel toes
(Kick me)

Come and visit my exotic home
Got Fleetwood Mac on the stereo
Have some acid have some altar wine
Please understand me
And just one more thing

Oh won’t you give me all of your clothes?
I never slept with a tough English rose
I feel like Alan Vega cause I dream baby
Dream, dream baby
Dreaming a dream
Dreaming a dream
Dreaming a dream
Yeah I’m dreaming a dream, a dream again