Balaclava (live on KCRW Morning Becomes Eclectic 2007)
Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good Will the ending reek of salty cheeks And runny makeup alone?
Oh, will blood run down the face Of a boy bewildered and scorned? Will you find yourself in a skirmish? Will you wish you'd never been born?
You tie yourself to the tracks And there isn't no going back And it's wrong, wrong, wrong But we'll do it anyway 'cause we love a bit trouble
Are you pulling her from a burning building Or throwing her to the sharks? Can only hope that the ending Is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you baffle 'em straight And it's wrong, wrong, wrong She can hardly wait
That's right He won't let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn Who's the crooks in this crime?
That's right He won't let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform and the daggers are drawn Who's the crooks in this crime?
That's right He won't let her out his sight That's right He won't let her out his sight That's right He won't let her out his sight You'd be able to post any day of the most For the sights of all time
You knew that it would be trouble Right before the very first kiss Quiet and assuming But you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off But you resisted and fought "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'd much rather Keep on the balaclava"