So when does the screen become my friend? In the end, I'll send my heaven around the bend For it to never come back again And just as heaven is all pretend So is this thing I call my friend
Back down, dear Preacher, from the children on high It must be where the good go when they die So why do we even try, When forgiveness tastes like wine Why not drink from 9 to 5?
So when does oral become the tradition of love? I've heard it's only for those who like it rough But god says it's too much When even she hates to touch The hands that call every bluff
The birth of a nation sounds like the fire from a gun Bend down, you peasants, and kiss my golden sun If I promise one to everyone Then how would I buy kingdom come? It will be fake for you but my money won
So when do I get to watch my life from the golden shore? Can I skip over my family and just get channel 4? That's when I found heaven in a ***** Some quiet dancer on the hardwood floor Why is it still dark, when will there be more?