But The Nuns Are Watching Lyrics

Look! He drank straight from the faucet

Holy shit he's fucking lost it

We only enjoy fine sparkling water

Fed something adhesive to your daughter (x2)

Called me old-fashioned, but I think trains kick ass

I don't need hot wheels to get to class

What the hell is wrong with him?

His his hairs so long it needs a trim!

I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers

It's probably true, like all the other rumors

You think you're modern

But that taste won't last (it just won't last)

And everything you own

Will be (will be)

The fucking past (the fucking past)

Cynicism save me

Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my door

Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor.

Lead me back into my bedroom

And make me put my cloths back on

Grab the mag-lite, get the grappling hook,

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The salt on my lips is an enzyme

That metabolizes reality

To fuel these dirty delusions

You're leading me to these conclusions

The organs exploding

In my torso

Like a series of city blocks

Giving in to a nuclear blast

And now my pressure relief valve is activated

Maybe I should stop holding my breath

I'll prove it, come sit next to me

Tell me what you do at work

You half-hearted intimacy

We'll be like gay actors, over and out, having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins fantasize about

But if I knew your name it would have to be for charity

Just try me, test me, release me!

Cynicism reassure me that

If we only had less clothing and better light

It would all just be an embarrassing misunderstanding

The sudden silences aren't the crash where lips should be

If this were a contract I wouldn't sign