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