Lyrics

The words get love and the words get sliced Don't make the first dried least and the brand new course Well, let's go back to where we started from A story with a trail of crumbs That were staler than today Making up the evidence Going to waste Let's start, we'll travel into the weekend hum The times are with it with the native numb Generation feel-OK Until you're in prison Or til' it bored you So say "OK" The century's over Pay up, you know you're stayin' That boy's a goner There's no one to blame Statistics honor Attentions are overrated They're either buyin' Gimme gimme that thing The words get love and the words get sliced Don't make the first dried least and the brand new course She's spurting adult with the pus and gore It's like she's speaking from an open sore Cancelling communiqué She's a double-wire-crosser Another broken cup-and-saucer With a kiss and disarray Split it like a razor It'll be on the way It doesn't matter Sink it, you'll never save it That boy's a goner There's no one to blame Character armor Fake it, let them mistake it There is a motto Baby, baby, don't you bring me no shame The phone rings but you won't get through