Lovers cloaked in darkness caught between

Kisses dipped in sex and Maybelline

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It’s more fun than you thought it would be

Just get it done where nobody can see cuz

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Mom and dad and a couple of kids

Staring at the screen

Makes it easier on you

Makes it easier on me

Man, We are numb, struck dumb,

Left out in the sun and

We’re sick of everything

We’d give anything to be

Almost anyone we see

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Cover all the posters with a warning

Color-code the people for the sorting

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It’s less fun than you thought it would be

But what if that’s the last thing you think about?

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Think about mom and dad and a couple of kids

Just staring at the screen

Makes it easier on you

Makes it easier on me

Man, We are dumb, white, left-swipe,

Stare at the sun types

But we know everything

We want everyone to be

Just the same as me and me and me and…

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Now we are all about God’s love

Flowers and Vaseline and…

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Rubber gloves to cut the cancer from the nation

Boxcars lined up at Grand Central Station

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Cut it deep if you want it to bleed

Cut away the boxcars

And memories until it’s just

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Mom and dad and a couple of kids

Staring at the screen

Makes it easier on you

Makes it easier on me

Aw man, we could stay in touch

But I think too much

And you won’t remember me

If you knew what was in store

You’d forget a little more

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Hey hey, can you hear the sirens?

Mister, have you seen the news?

By the time you hear the bells

They may be ringing them for you

I saw some matte black cat with a Rat-Kings tat,

Red leather dress, and a Kangol hat

Running through this alley near Tompkins Square

Til the Bats closed in and they left him there

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Oh man oh man oh man

I guess I don’t know what to do

Try to close your eyes and ears

If it’s easier for you