You know I don’t like you    But you want to be my friend    There are bodies on the ceiling    And they are fluttering their wings    It’s ok, I’m angry    But you’ll never understand    When you dream of Michelangelo    They hang above your hands       And I know, she is not my friend    And I know, cause there she goes    Walking on my skin again       And I can’t see why    You want to talk to me    When your vision of America    Is crystal and clean    I wanna white bread life    Just something ignorant in the rain    But from the walls of Michelangelo    I’m dangling again.       And I know, she is not my friend    And I know, cuz there she goes    Walking on my skin again and again       Saturn on a line    The sun afire of strings and wires    Spin above my head and make it right    Anytime you’d like, you can catch a sight    Of angel eyes on emptiness and infinite    And I dream of Michelangelo when I’m lying in my bed    I see God upon the ceiling    I see angels overhead    And he seems so close    As he reaches out his hand    But we are never quite as close    As we are led to understand       And I know, she is not my friend    And I know, cuz there she goes walking walking walking    And I know, she is not my friend    And I know, cuz there she goes    walking on my skin again and again    On my mind    Oh Lord No    Yes she’s walking on my skin again and again