A bitch in heat
A telethon

Lookout
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
Disguise your will
Something so wild turned into paper
Erase yourself and you'll be free
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
There's money lenders inside the temple
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If I loved you, well, that's my fault
Happen
If you love me then that's your fault
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Take my call, take my call

So watch your back, the 'Ides of March'
If I miss you, well, that's my fault
The lights are out, where'd everybody go? Alone
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
If somebody would just take my call

Those starving children, they ain't got no mother
Washed the cars and everything
Sorrow all across the surface roads

Mandela destroyed by the sea

'Cause it did not
There's pink flamingos living in the mall

It's not so hard to make that sound
Something so wild turned into paper
Not something she'd ever tell
Felt clean for just a little while
Little voices mimic you
Hello, patterns in my mind now moving slow
There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart

When all their power turns into vapor
Is gratitude for what has been
Except when she got deathly high
They'll find you out

The alpha male

Smile, all that you can feel
There's money lenders inside the temple
We drunk dialed

And out it came

All we are is colored sand
Like summer rain
And when they do
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
That's my fault, that's my fault