What is a cold blooded mad man to do
With a smile across his teeth and attached full of goo
And it cuts through my junk and smash up my eyes
And sings like a song before you die
Sunny day shooting breakfast bedheadings
Lunchtime wartime armaghedon
God tell me what to do
It's a perfect time for love
Never a punk
Smile so wide
Never have teeth
Sing so much sky
And smash up my junk and screws up my eyes
And sings like a song before you die
Mountaintop chokings afternoon rapists
primetime wartime I can't take it
God tell me what to do
Is it time for love?
Whatever colors you wear
They are gonna bleed someday
Some rainbow day
We'll have the perfect time