La Vie Boheme B

Are we packed?
Yes, and by next week
I want you to be
Pookie?

And you should see
They've padlocked your building
And they're rioting on Avenue B
Benny called the cops
That fuck

They don't know what they're doing
The cops are sweeping the lot
But no one's leaving
They're just sitting there mooing, yeah

(To dance)
No way to make a living, masochism
Pain, perfection
Muscle spasms, chiropractors
Short careers, eating disorders

(To film)
Adventure, tedium, no family
Boring locations
Dark rooms, perfect faces, egos
Money, Hollywood, and sleaze

(Music)
Food of Love, emotion, mathematics, isolation
Rhythm, feeling, power, harmony
And heavy competition

Anarchy!
Revolution, justice, screaming for solutions
Forcing changes, risk, and danger
Making noise and making please

(To faggots, lezzies, dykes, crossdressers, too)
To me
To me
To you, and you, and you, you, and you
To people living with, living with, living with
Not dying from disease

Let he among us without sin
Be the first to condemn

La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme
La Vie Boheme

To anyone out of the mainstream (La Vie Boheme)
Is anyone in the mainstream? (La Vie Boheme)
To anyone alive with a sex drive (La Vie Boheme)
Tear down the wall! Aren't we all? (La Vie Boheme)

The opposite of war isn't peace
It's creation (woo)
La Vie Boheme
Viva La Vie Boheme



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Larson, Heinz Rudolf Kunze
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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