Hint Hint - Plastic And Whores lyrics

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