Submarines have periscopes And boys have neon signposts And tinted in the photo frame The daytime reaper messed up his snapshot again
And misters still call to me They say sell it to me nice and cheep And I thought I found a ten-cent god But he just opened his mouth and gave me a shrug
And we’re living in a pool of car smells And I’d never say “this is a pretty nice hell you’ve got here” Cause there’s a record store around the block And I hope they’ve have my savior in stock So I let my feet swim with the ground But in the shop of hope I found There wasn’t much of it Much of it Much of it
And it’s all what surprise wants And it’s all his prize won
You know, postmen carry all their weight on the opposite side of the people that they save And mercy isn’t always tame He says by god it’ll take one day off this decade Tolkien made the best kind of war Too bad he kissed it fiction So it will never save things It will never save our war
And I slightly smell kerosene And it reminds me That I might still be burning, burning, burning I’m still in love with the photo frame I kissed it once and my lips are still dancing in shame You know, there’s something terribly wrong here Can you help me? You know remedy runs in my family Can you help me? You know remedy runs in my family But I’ve found that I haven’t got much of it
And it’s all what surprise wants And it’s all his prize won Every time, every time