But The Nuns Are Watching
Look! He drank straight from the faucet!
Holy shit he's fuckin lost it!
We only enjoy fine sparkling water!
Fed something adhesive to your daughter!
Look! He drank straight from the faucet!
Holy shit he's fuckin lost it!
We only enjoy fine sparkling water!
Fed something adhesive to your daughter!
Called me old-fashioned,but I think trains kick ass!
I don't need hot wheels to get to class!
What the hell is wrong with him?
His his hairs so long it needs a trim!
I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers
It's probably true like all the other rumors!
You think you're modern
But that taste won't last (it just won't last)
And everything you own
Will be (will be)
The fucking past (the fucking past)
Cynicism save me
Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my
Door
Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the
Floor
Lead me back into my bedroom
And make me put my cloths back on
Grab the mag-lite, get the grappling hook
Lets fine the bottom of this cave and close the book!
The salt on my lips is an enzyme
That metabolizes reality
To fuel these dirty delusions!
You're leading me to these conclusions!
The organs exploding, in my torso!
Like a series of city blocks
Giving in to a nuclear blast
And now my pressure relief valve is activated
Maybe I should stop holding my breath
I'll prove it, come sit next to me
Tell me what you do at work
You half-hearted intimacy
We'll be like gay actors
Over and out
Having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins
Fantasize about
But if I knew your name it would have to be for
Charity!
Just try me! Test me! Release me!
Cynicism reassure me that
If we only had less clothing and better light
It would all just be an embarrassing misunderstanding
The sudden silences, aren't the crash
Where lips should be
If this were a contract I wouldn't sign