The authority box
And the head grenade
Love is in the blade
No one ever touches
Everybody watches everyone
When the spoilt child
Hits middle age
Wants to turn the page
The page is stuck with blood
And you know whose blood it is
That will do nicely
Step this way, sir
After you
I call your name
But you don't hear me
I call your name
But you're nowhere near me anyway
Sweet 53
My pink is red
Unscrew my head
Failure rips into my
You're too old for this
With your vanity on
So dual key
So freedom fries
So Texas vow
You and your wife have teeth alive, now haven't you?
Figure I know your love is nothing personal
I call your name
But you don't hear me anyway
When the sun goes down
I'm a lonely boy
With a lonely kiss
Say what you like about this
But I'll never ever bother you
I'm stepping out of my disease
With a CEO and a budget horn
You just married a guy who didn't know it yet
Nothing wrong with failure
Everybody does it
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Ah fuck me, baby
I'm a trolley bus
Yeah fuck me, baby
I'm a trolley bus
Whoa fuck me, baby
I'm a trolley bus