I have the sketchy past, yet I have shed my wings.
Cold turkey now, hanging by a heartstring.
Dangle over her, above the pulsing bar.
She tries to catch my eye, her gaze is deafening.
What do you call a last conservatively dressed?
With a glimmer in her eyes that screams I'm next.
I am the greasy chump with whom she'll fall in love,
If I'm her fall from grace, then she's my christening.
You look so good tonight,
Break down those walls tonight.
And when we're good and close, I think I'll steal your time.
They can shoot on sight, but it's all right.
You look so good tonight.
And I don't care which prophet you adore, or who you voted for,
it won't discourage lovesick former manwhore.
Your skin against my own, I'll be your Olly Stone,
You'll be my Audrey Hep, you can have what is left.
And we'll combine to be some kind of japanese mecha-creation
With two fuse persuasions, yeah.
We'll destroy the earth and herald it's rebirth,
as somewhere where someone like you would hit on me.
This could produce a meltdown, but I think we're doing fine.
We can tear and break the maps apart,
Shatter all their lines.
When the universe that is not comes to kill our love and trust,
I only want a soul to know it feels so good with us.
I've gotta have you now