Maver with her lucky bonnet. She used to paint her flowers on it. She keeps her memories on a turnstile. 'Cause she's superstitious. She thought she'd be famous.
Alright alright alright come on. Alright alright alright come on. Alright alright alright come on. Alright alright alright come on. . Strange, strange, strange, it's a dichotomy.
I'm freely standing. On my own. Or am I falling. In a river cold?. Those friends always ask me. Saying "How you been?". Well I've seen somber days. . Am I mistaken?.
She don't even like you anymore. She don't even like you anymore. Ain't no chance she loves you like before. She will even take you to the morgue. . Gotta gotta gotta now find a way.
Oh Mars-1 Juxtapose. Swine flu Sally's. Neon nose grows. Like a life like Pinocchio. . Everybody now is just trying to avoid it. Newsman Tom is trying to exploit it.
Lovely disguise. Read between the lines. You rock the magic plane with no abbreviation. Three. Four. You sell what you bought. And there ain't no magic pen.
Bagman, honey. Bagman, sugar. Bagman, honey. Bagman, sugar. . I know it feels good. But be careful with your vices. Falling, crawling on your knees again.