A break in time, flourescent sign. How they listen I don't know. It's a sympathetic show of cliched words to go, a sale on four, and "S's" in the eyes. How they fake it I don't know. Fill my cup, it's time to go. And in the end, a twist of lime. A reflection of a vintage delight. And I've got plans of a cartoon life. How I'll get there I don't know. Burn the flag and take it slow around the edge that's drilled inside your head. The TV doesn't lie. How they listen I don't know. It's a sympathetic show. I'm taking pictures in my head. The girls they look so nice in red. I can't believe the things you said concerning me and my life. So good bye and good night. I can't believe the things that you said.
Lyrics submitted by darkestangel