if I walk down this hallway tonight it's too quiet so I pad through the dark and call you on the phone push your old numbers and let your house ring 'til I wake your ghost
let him walk down your hallway it's not this quiet slide down your receiver sprint across the wire follow my number slide into my hand
it's the blaze across my nightgown it's the phone's ring
i think last night you were driving circles around me
"Hot Pink, Distorted"
it'll take much more than water to fix my hot pink distorted face and more than self-hypnosis to believe it doesn't taste like gasoline i was not invited back
you poor misguided soldier ugly daughters show no mercy in the heat of battle these brats'll feel no pain quick and dirty they take you down here comes the thunder there goes the rain
"Bright Yellow Gun"
with your bright yellow gun you own the sun and i think i need a little poison to keep me tame keep me awake i have nothing to offer but confusion and the circus in my head in the middle of the bed in the middle of the night
with your bright silver frown you own the town and i think i need a little poison
i have no secrets i have no lies i have nothing to offer but the middle of the night and i think you need a little poison