You Dress Up For Armageddon

Hey, believe me, I have seen your sort before You're all over history Like dust on the kitchen floor Tell me more Your lips are moving, You go on and on and on You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod But don't swing it at me Cuz it's not for me, no I disagree Cuz I heard you before when you said There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding You dress up for Armageddon I dress up for summer Yeah! Hey and now you got their attention You know, you gotta keep 'em believing But as a matter of fact, what they believe you're not Believing no more Tell tell tell tell tell tell more I hear you're one in a million Tell me more But there's a million of you Tell, tell me more You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod But don't swing it at me It's not for me, no I disagree Cuz I heard you before wehen you said There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding You dress up for Armageddon I dress up for summer Who is that man with the microphone? Today he is here but tomorrow he is gone But I disagree Cuz I heard you before wehen you said There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding You dress up for Armageddon I dress up for summer You feel tortured and filled with regret You say life is void of meaning Are they not sick of you yet? Man that's such a, man that's such a bummer