
Baffled by Gomez
Belch a song of love at me
And I’ll sing away your heart
There’s no poverty in sabotage
But I’ll write on your garage
Pick to pieces my broken melody
While I’m throw up on your lawn
There’s paradise at the end of the lane
And I think they’re watching porn
Light a firework of sympathy
And watch the bullets ricochet
On your crystalline television,
Games of wartime we shall play
Concentrate and liberate,
Salsa blindly to the moon
The air is thick with industry
The future will be here soon
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