Future Of The Left - Things To Say To Friendly Policemen lyrics

Pull me into your coloring books Paint me into your bright adventures Kiss me under the mistletoe Open mouth on my brand new dentures A terrible cliche The product of parents Who met in the future And moved to the past Make me into your kettle drum Turn me into your black percussion Pull me into your parking shed Make believe I'm your second cousin Because I'm a salesman Who stepped on the pavement And fell on landmine Instead of his face All big men have a gravity That draws them to the sun And gives them their authority And gives them their control All big men have a gravity That draws them to the sun And gives them their authority And gives them their control How soon is not?