Electric Six - French Bacon lyrics

Have you heard about the new s**, new s**? It's a reason to be nicer to you. I see you putting on the brand X spandex, Everybody needs someone to do, And now I'm living in the middle of your street, And living here with aplomb, She gets a sneak peek at the meat she's gonna eat, And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb. And now she's living in a shack on the firing line, With a fridge filled with french bacon, Mouthing all the words of a famous mime, For whom she's commonly mistaken. I love her, I knew her, I knew she couldn't hang, And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line, From a device of her own making. I'm never good enough at saying all the right things, Sometimes I say too much. Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings, Dying and desperate for your touch. And now she's living in a shack on the firing line, With a fridge filled with french bacon, Mouthing all the words of a famous mime, For whom she's commonly mistaken. I love her, I knew her, I knew she couldn't hang, And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line, From a device of her own making. Nobody's all bad, nobody's all good, Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could, We define forever, define forever, Define forever, define forever, define forever! And now she's living in a shack on the firing line, With a fridge filled with French bacon, Mouthing all the words of a famous mime, For whom she's commonly mistaken. I love her, I knew her, I knew she couldn't hang.