Lyrics:

This poor, ride in her sun bathing fireside,

We're here for the porn of the sirloin,

Get your T-bone,

Let your backbone slide,

Tunnel and sly collide,

Lose friends to the air waves and the air loins.



I wanna make it right,

Some future in my eyes, *bright*

Hush don't explain,

When you water down my name,

I'll be up too late,

Call me when you get,

Better at your game,

You haven't beat me yet.



The waitress,

The actress,

Got the skin and the bones,

With the hairbrush and an air brush,

She'd be white gold.

She asked the bisbor 'Why you lookin' for that,

Party in the sky,

It's just a movie bout a movie to all to die.'



But I'm gonna make it right

Future in my eyes, *bright*

Hush, don't explain,

When you water down my name,

I'll be up too late,

Call me when you get,

Better at your game,

You haven't beat me yet,

Though my vision is strainin'



I'm gonna make it right

Some future in my eyes, *bright*

Hush, don't explain,

When you water down my name,

I'll be up too late,

Call me when you get,

Better at your game,

You haven't beat me yet.