In the shape of things to come
Too much poison come undone
Cuz theres nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Sucker love is known to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up for heavens sake
Theres never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate
Its only comfort, calling late
Cuz theres nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
