Saturated, mass overhaul
Inspected, underneath the bedroom wall
No lightbulbs, sympathy
Hang along with everything
I wanna lie
You want love and affection,
I crave your endless attention
Why can't we leave on a motorbike?
It's only a matter of weeks before I learn to drive
Because Janie wants another war,
Not a zombie but you want more
Hang your head
And hang out with me instead
