There's money lenders inside the temple
If you love me then that's your fault
There's money lenders inside the temple
'Cause it did not
Washed the cars and everything
Erase yourself and you'll be free
If I loved you, well, that's my fault
We drunk dialed
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Sorrow all across the surface roads
Happen
Not something she'd ever tell
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
And out it came
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
Is gratitude for what has been
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Like summer rain
Lookout
Except when she got deathly high
Smile, all that you can feel
It's not so hard to make that sound
Take my call, take my call
Felt clean for just a little while
There's money lenders inside the temple
If I miss you, well, that's my fault
Something so wild turned into paper
They'll find you out
Those starving children, they ain't got no mother
Disguise your will
Hello, patterns in my mind now moving slow
When all their power turns into vapor
So watch your back, the 'Ides of March'
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
And when they do
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart
All we are is colored sand
The alpha male
If somebody would just take my call
A bitch in heat
A telethon
Little voices mimic you
The lights are out, where'd everybody go? Alone
Mandela destroyed by the sea
Something so wild turned into paper
