Porpoise And The Hand Grenade

Harness you hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your pa*ses you'll end up with molla*ses Cauterize with syrup in syrup and molla*ses And I'm checking out the a*ses the a*sets that attract us to anything that moves we're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake your ashes 'cos someones gonna cash it we're plot it turns again the reference starts at ten Show me a word that rhymes with Pavement and I will kill your parents and roast them on a spit An' a dontcha try to etch it or permanently sketch it or you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold And the freaks have stolen the White House I moved into a lighthouse its on a scenic quay its oh so far away Far away from the beginnin' the shroud is made of linen the yearling took your purse The goth kid has a hearse Heart breakin' earth quakin Kiwis they are home bakin' minds wide open true Leisure a leisure suit is nothing its nothing to be proud of in this late century and I'm asking you to hold me just like a morning paper pinched between your pointer your index and your thumb Its a semi-automatic believers are ecstatic you see the way they cling the cold metallic sting