My baby's on borrowed time

She's got two train tickets to the bottom line

My baby ain't doing fine

She's got real bad feelings running down her spine

Compartmentalized state of mind

She's got two middle fingers for the uninclined

She ought to listen to the jaws of fate

Bone to pick with the head of state

Oh, the mutilation never ends

Tell me that there's time to make amends

My baby's chalk full of life

She's got red hot sedition pouring down her knife

You know?

Sweets dreams and gasoline carve through her self-esteem

I got symptoms alphabetical and

Grievances ephemeral and

Secrets hypothetical to spare

I invest in the heretical and

Prejudice identical and

All the theoretical affairs

Tell me where the angels play pretend

Go on, do it again, Go on, do it again, Go on, do it again,

Go on, do it again, Go on, do it again

Don't do it again, Don't do it again,

Like I'm living in a nightmare (living in a nightmare)

Tell me where the angels play pretend (don't do it again)

I'm taking in the vibes (don't do it again)