It dangles from his lips
Scorn hangs like a cigarette
He hasn't even met me yet
Shock the monkey
Make it funky
Doesn't mean a thing
The wax museum breathes
It slithers out of taxicabs
A generation up for grabs
Sell the rumor
Sense of humor
Doesn't mean a thing
Kamikaze fashion zombies on the prowl
Scared to d**h of letting their defenses down
Very very plastic scary suicide
You're undercooked and overtried
And Andy's on the phone
Keep pretending that you mean it
I'll pretend that I believe it
I wish to God that I was back at home
I wish to God that I was back at home
We sold the factory
Down the river years ago
Don't pretend you didn't know
We kept the poses
Overdoses
Didn't mean a thing
Mickey Mouse meets Mr. Brownstone in the john
So exciting, grab a partner, carry on
Very very plasic scary suicide
You're undercooked and overtried
And Andy's on the phone
Keep pretending that you mean it
I'll pretend that I believe it
I wish to God that I was back at home
I wish to God that I was back at home
It fizzes in my ear
Sparkles like a disco ball
I find myself inside it all
I'm not above it
I know I love it
Never miss a thing
I never miss a thing
Very very plasic scary suicide
You're undercooked and overtried
And Andy's on the phone
Keep pretending that you mean it
I'll pretend that I believe it
I wish to God that I was back at home
I wish to God that I was back at home
Well, I wish to God that I was back at home