The minister's son
The monster of sin
Is playing our song
But I wsh were we dancing to
Our love is like a wrecking machine
Or here come the warm jets but lookout
Here come the police
We are like
A suicide
The one that we saw on T.V.
They're all kneelin'
And the
Here is not dissonant
Thinking that you
Are coming for me
But you only called just to hang up explaining
To me on the phone
The radio's free
Turn up the white noise
The long arms are waving at me
Everyone
Is in your head
And thinking is selfish it seems
In your head
The guru said
Give me some money, you're free
And they're all stealin'
And the
Here is not dissonant
Everyone leaves
Embarrassing scenes
Your childhood's getting to me now
And I am
Heavily armed
Sing it to me
Sing about
Rainbows and
All of the plastic
Between