Who are ya?
Who are ya?
With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark

Who are ya?
Who are ya?
With your hand on your prick and your eyes on the stars
And you wonder if the satellites are sending you some invitation
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark

And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiated hole
Like an arpeggio
I cannot stay, I cannot go
I call the elevator down, call the elevator
And we go downtown

And then are rains on you, and then it pours
And then the angel of the future is locking all her doors
And then you're shocked at how you have to come to some crocodile form of the truth
Like a voice coming up through the floor

So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear
I've made it almost halfway, dear
May I hang from the branches of the past to put that crocodile and his crocodile tears

Who are ya?
Who are ya?
With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark

Who are ya?
Who are ya?
With your hand on the neck of your fathers before ya
Ignoring the fact that they made you all that you are
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark

You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light

Why do you cry, arpeggio?
Why be, arpeggio?
Cry the arpeggio
Because you cry arpeggio, oh, oh