Top down, not like we miss you* you little boys fall on your pistols Annie does your boyfriend know? You seek a habit and a small feeling of danger Slow glide down through the canyon Tearing the layers off with abandon These lonely brothers on the radio If that's a DJ I'm the pilgrim Mona Lisa
Told her uphill, welcome to the show Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in
Love stinks, finance the issue You be the banks and I'll be the missiles Annie this is how things go, You lose your suburbs and my coastlines wanna meet you Mid phrase, hostage the authors Poor Joe McCarthy is searching for lovers Let's believe our parents' tomes, This generation's missing (an) awful lot of bother
Total repeal, welcome to the show, Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in