Well, am I defecting?
Well, I don't know
I fell under the spell of Tokyo Rose
All those hot nights in the jungle with the rockets' red glare
I heard all of those bombs
They were everywhere
Come and check out my condition
Honey, I'm in love with your transmission
I waited up for you every night
I hear your voice, and the jungle's bright
I once bought a magic marker
The kind with permanent ink
I wrote down all my bad thoughts
I got them all, I think
In every bathroom stall
On every vacant wall
Highly cla**ified information
I exposed it all
Everybody wants to be unopposed
We leave the straight and narrow for the lowest of roads
We all need somebody to lie to us, I suppose
That's why everybody needs Tokyo Rose