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 You dream of Michelangelo They hang above your hands And I know She is not my friend And I know Cuz 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 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