Bees in the bathroom, is that what you saw
Imagine on the one hand you're in a trailer parked home
Or in a basement apartment staring as at your phone
Running all the bedsheets, in a laundry in town
The children are abducted, while we count what we own
Last call, unintelligent lures
Last call, for the plastic and who*es
I'm scared of being one million years old
Last call, last call
Last call, last call
Imagine on the one hand, you meet the one you love
And f** in the backseat of a car you stole
And you rub your hands until you're hot and cold
Proceed on the map, past pentagons and diagonals