Lyrics

I hear peculiar wailing From a distant fun fair While staring out at the burnt down Amusement pier A chorus of motor horns Harmonise in minor key A more bloody nose and black eye It's so sad, it's funny It's both my business and my pleasure So mix the two with generous measures Dream visions spawned From wild fever In a videogame Chasing strangers So destiny's callin' But reception's so poor I'm waiting to go overground Let no soul lure in sore And I went down to the playhouse For some answers, or a clue at least But from all the Shakespearian lessons I came up asking with more questions Namely to be or not to be So bring it on my darling Clementine Let's fuck it up one more time Get your glad rags on, your LBD And presidential pearls, get away from me Now drive the fuckin' line If you've been long as I Thou shalt not throw away a game so sublime Dream vision spawned from wild fever In a videogame, tasering strangers