"Chelsea" lyrics

For a chemical imbalance, you sure know how to ride a train
Your revolution is a deathbed and the music is your maid
When someone comes a-knockin' with a needle on a tray
Only your lonesome lies beside you for you told me not to stay
You are somebody's baby, some mother held you near
No, it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear
There is no distraction that can make me disappear
No, there's nothin' that won't remind you I will always be right here

And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back, baby
I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home with you tonight

We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down
It's as if we are one hundred, know I won't still be around
Because I've fallen, yes, I've fallen right into the love I've found
Long before I reach one hundred, I'll have fallen to the ground
And for generations, they'll romance us, make us more
Or much less than ever was before, the Chelsea and the floor
Make us stand before the masses like two speakers for the poor
When there was no revolution, nothin' we were fighting for

And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back, baby
I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home, I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight

And you can call the service bell
When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel
And I'll stay out of my own hell

Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home, I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight
(Tonight)