Bless you for your hit parade
I guess we had it made for a night

Thank you for that moment's flash
Before our hopes were dashed
And the paper fade

It was nothing like we thought it'd be
Our meeting history on a wire

Thank you for your gilded age
Your swinging barricade
I nearly lost my head

Let's buy a bandy-legged prostitute
For our fashion shoot
She'll be all right

Let's buy a bandy-legged prostitute
And he can play the flute
All night

Waiting to be frozen
Tinkling in your glass
How sweetly you can drink me
How briefly I'll last

Thank you for the desperate thought
You were so overwrought
You had to just lie down

Thank you for your hit parade
Barbaric serenade
Sung through razor teeth

It was nothing like we thought it'd be
Our meeting history on a wire

Thank you for your gilded age
Your swinging barricade
Couldn't lock us out



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