But The NUNS Are Watching

Look he drank straight from the faucet
 Holy shit he's fucking 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 fucking lost it
 We only enjoy fine sparkling water
 Fed something adhesive to your daughter
 Call 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 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 clothes back on
 Grab the mag-lite, get the grappling hook
 Lets find 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 into 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
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 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