to feel that warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you, sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
and they sent us along as a surrogate band
we're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
to feel that warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you, sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
and they sent us along as a surrogate band
we're gonna find out where you fans really stand
You can always use it representational, but what I am building now is a way to use it obliquely, allowing for fruitful collisions and juxtapositions.
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer for something better
Please love me!
Meet my mother
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
to feel that warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you, sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
and they sent us along as a surrogate band
we're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
to feel that warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you, sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
and they sent us along as a surrogate band
we're gonna find out where you fans really stand
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer for something better
Please love me!
Meet my mother
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
And we laugh
A prayer for something better
A prayer for something better
Please love me!
Meet my mother
But the fear takes hold
Creeping up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow
Waiting for the death blow
I'm gonna race it to the ground
nobody gonna beat my car
it's gonna break the speed of sound
oooh, it's a killing machine
it's got everything
like a driving power
big fat tires and everything
I'm gonna race it to the ground
nobody gonna beat my car
it's gonna break the speed of sound
oooh, it's a killing machine
it's got everything
like a driving power
big fat tires and everything