I think weʼre living in a vile Poured together with a smile. I think weʼre mixed up in the Hague With one eye black engraved.
She told me, when youʼre sad and lonely Say pretty please and Iʼll give you what you need. But that wasnʼt good enough, that wasnʼt good enough, that wasnʼt good enough for me.
Got my hands on my head And Iʼm going over there. Turn around, take it slow Way up high, way down low.
And weʼll keep stumbling on ice Holding wishes with our lives. And if we shovel in parades For clovers grown over graves...
She told me, when youʼre sad and lonely Say pretty please and Iʼll give you what you need. But that wasnʼt good enough, that wasnʼt good enough, that wasnʼt good enough for me.
Got my hands on my head And Iʼm going over there. Turn around, take it slow Way up high, way down low.