Prime Time Deliverance

The red, red lips of some secret solution.
The central intelligence agency
Has a file that's a mile longer than peace.
She's naked on the phone
Watching them back, no eyes just their stupid grins.
They long to be liberal mannequins.
And in their tiny room they eat Chinese food and they don't call their wives.
Cause the girl in the window is pressing her breasts
Up against the window pane.
The guy they're after on the floor below her.
Is cutting cocaine higher than a building.
The one way trip.
Whoever thought she'd miss the ins and outs of oxygen.
The darkest side of the biggest god damn ride you've ever been on.
Her mother loves that show even though she never gets the answers right.
It's easier to play along sometimes more than being wrong.
They found her in her room,
Wearing a pink bunny suit with sourcherry lipstick.
Hanging from the closet door.
Her eyes were wide, maybe to despise.
Maybe just to look into your headlight.
Morning glow, head light, morning glow.
This is it, this is it.
Prime time deliverance.
Prime time deliverance.
This is it, this is it.
Prime time deliverance.
Prime time.
That you have and you hold.
And you have and you hold.
And you have and you hold.
And you have and you hold.
And you have and you hold.
And you have and you hold.
And you have and you hold.
And she says, the best thing you can do is hang around awhile.