I, saw you leaving from a parking lot
Yeah I, saw you rallying round a parking lot
Line up for the comfort age, dying age dying age
Vultures want to come on down
Run your problems, same old town.
Baby i know what you wanna do lingerie is melting through Your hands, your hands, your hands.
I, saw you daughter of a diplomat
Yeah I, saw you daughter of a welcome mat
She knows what its like to be 45 or 53
Over at the coroner coro coro coro coro coroner
They're counting up the sheep they fly, over the transmission come around
my my, my my, yeah yeah.