Short delay, a pair of blues, nlittle voices mimicing.nIt's not so hard to make that sound.nSo watch your backnthe eyes in marchncut your hair, all joan of arcnthe skys your willnthey'll find younand when they do, look at ntheres money lenders inside the templenthe circus tigers gonna break your heartnsomething so wild turned into papernif I loved you well that's my fault.nnBitch in heat, the alpha male.nNot some thing she'd ever tellnexcept when she got deathly high,nand out it came like summer rainnand washed the cars and everythingnfelt clean for just a little while.nUntil you phone. We drunk dial.nWell starving children they aint got no mother,nthere's pink flamingos living in the mall.nI'd give a fortune to your infomercialnIf somebody would just take my call,ntake my call.nnHello, patterns in my mind now moving slow.nSorrow all across the surface roadnsmoothing out the edges of the stone.nThe lights are out where'd everybody go?nHello?nnErase yourself and you'll be freenand something destroyed by the seanall we are is coloured sandnso pay the ride, the ferris wheelnsmile all that you can feelnthere's gratiude for what has beennfor it did not happen.nnThere's money lenders inside the templencircus tigers gonna break my heartnsomething so wild turned into papernif I loved you well thats my fault.nThere's money lenders inside the templenthis crystal citys gonna fall apartnwhen all their power turns into vapournif I miss you well thats my faultnthats my faultnthats my fault