In this twisted world
That rose from the ashes
Of our crazy old one
We don't feel
We don't act on impulses
Heaven forbid
I beg permission
From a higher-up
Official men
In official suits
Submerged in official lives
I plea to you
God in black and white
Give me your stamp of approval
I need your permission
To love love love
I've got a man in mind
Acceptable income
A promising arrangement
He snowboards
Plays the banjo
He's a sweetie
Permission granted?