There Should Be Unicorns

Yeah, there should be unicorns The ones with the purple eyes It should be loud as fuck Hope the swans don't die There should be burning sun And naked slaves And if the police show up We'll give them so much money it will make them cry And forgive us Yeah, there should be unicorns The ones with the purple eyes Not the green eyes Yeah, there should be unicorns The ones with the purple eyes Not the green eyes Yeah, there should be unicorns The ones with the purple eyes Not the green eyes Yeah, there should be day glow strippers Ones from the Amazon Some edible butterflies We put ketchup on Some motorcycle stunts That always crash And if the police show up We'll bribe them into helping us steal the light of love From the rainbow sluts that live next door Yeah, there should be unicorns The ones with the purple eyes Not the green eyes Yeah, there should be unicorns The ones with the purple eyes Not the green eyes At first there should be unicorns. The ones with the purple eyes, not the ones with green eyes. Whatever they give them, they shit everywhere. And it would be great if the moon was almost down. Like in a very red/orange state. Let's leave it like that for at least three hours, hovering just above the horizon. And if the police show up we will give them so much money that they can retire from their shitty, violent jobs and live the greatest life they've ever lived. And we will be high and the love generator will be turned up to its maximum. And we'll get higher when, at last, the sun comes up in the morning and we will collapse under the weight of the ancient earth. And it will be inside me and it will be inside you. And it will be the end of the world and the beginning of a new love