What you trying to do to me? It seems to come so naturally How you annoy me How you destroy me
And everywhere I’m walking like a cyclone But don’t mind me How’s it fair? I’m a magnet for psychos And pretty riddlers keen on me
Your cat like eyes slink into my open, heavy, loving heart.
First touch and kissy kissy
Slash back razor days The boys learn to behave Wanted like hoodlums
Sick of themselves and sick of their slums Give everybody a gun and put it on the television
That’s the reality TV I’d pay to see Lobotomise, celebritise every damn freak Wanna be another one I never come and see Moneys the church fame is the steeple Living on the town Indoctrinate the people
What you trying to do to me? It seems to come so naturally How you annoy me How you destroy me
And everywhere I’m walking like a cyclone But don’t mind me First in there Chased by a Cyclops Living on my own No ships at sea
I owe more than I know to faces who never show The places It’s understood I’ll be yours tomorrow Three bags full of sorrow
Slash back razor days The boys learn to behave
And everywhere I’m walking like a cyclone But don’t mind me It’s not fair I’m a magnet for psychos And pretty riddlers keen on me
Your cat like eyes slink into my open, heavy, loving heart. First touch and there you are
Penny for the Cyclops Nice weather for the Cyclops