Love is cloaked in darkness caught between
Kisses dipped in sex and Maybelline
It′s more fun than you thought it would be
Just get it done where nobody can see

'Cause mom and dad and a couple of kids staring at the screen
Makes it easier on you, makes it easier on me

Man, we are numb, struck dumb, left out in the sun
And we′re sick of everything
We'd give anything to be almost anyone we see
Cover all the posters with a warning
Color code the people for the sorting
It's less fun than you thought it would be
But what if that′s the last thing you think about

Think about mom and dad and a couple of kids staring at the screen
Makes it easier on you, makes it easier on me
Man, we are dumb, white, left, swipe, stare at the sun type
Boy, we know everything
We want everyone to be just the same as me and me and me and

Now we are all about God′s love
Flowers and Vaseline and rubber gloves
To cut the cancer from the nation
Boxcars lined up at Grand Central Station
Cut it deep if you want it to bleed
Cut away the boxcars and memories, don't delete

′Cause mom and dad and a couple of kids staring at the screen
Makes it easier on you, makes it easier on me

Oh man, we could stay in touch, but I think too much
And you won't remember me
If you knew what was in store
You′d forget a little more

Hey, hey, can you hear the sirens?
Mister, have you seen the news?
By the time you hear the bells
They may be ringing them for you
I saw some matte black cat with a rock king's tat
Red leather dress and a Kangol hat
Run through the sun in Tompkins Square
′Til the bats closed in and they left him there

Aw man, aw man, aw man
I guess I don't know what to do
Try to close your eyes and it isn't easier for you

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