No one can stop us, the script is a work of genius
Marion looked like hell stuck in that ridiculous shell
Steal flamingos and gnomes
In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born
Give us some light and God's pure love
And we hide from the guns
One plays a volleyball player, yeah with both the wrists broke
You are a Satanist worshiper, oh, that's evil
And they said
Steal flamingos and gnomes
We know what you've been dreaming of
Ones plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
Think you're poet, a folksinger posing, no
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
We know what you've been dreaming of
And we hide from the guns
Driving around the old town I remember it all
And we gave them good homes
On a night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes
Dropping my lunch box and Tampax all over the hall
Give them love they've never known
You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes
No one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up
We're taking you to Hollywood, oh, Hollywood
One plays a Satanist worshiping all that's evil
Give us some light and God's pure love
On a night reconnaissance
Give us a light and God's pure love
From the dark side of the lawn
A volleyball player? You've got to be kidding us all
On a night reconnaissance
From the dark side of the lawn
So we hide from the guns
From the dark side of the lawn
In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club
One plays a socialist cokehead, could be dressed in my clothes
