Boxcars

Lovers cloaked in darkness caught between Kisses dipped in sex and Maybelline It's more fun than you thought it would be Just get it done where nobody can see cuz Mom and dad and a couple of kids Staring at the screen Makes it easier on you Makes it easier on me Man, we are numb, struck dumb Left out in the sun and We're sick of everything We'd give anything to be Almost anyone we see Cover all the posters with a warning Color-code the people for the sorting It's less fun than you thought it would be But what if that's the last thing you think about? Think about mom and dad and a couple of kids Staring at the screen Makes it easier on you Makes it easier on me Man, we are dumb, white, left-swipe Stare at the sun types But we know everything We want everyone to be Just the same as me and me and me and Now we are all about God's love Flowers and Vaseline and rubber gloves To cut the cancer from the nation Boxcars lined up at Grand Central Station Cut it deep if you want it to bleed Cut away the boxcars And memories until it's just Mom and dad and a couple of kids Staring at the screen Makes it easier on you Makes it easier on me Aw man, we could stay in touch But I think too much And you won't remember me If you knew what was in store You'd forget a little more Hey, hey, can you hear the sirens? Mister, have you seen the news? By the time you hear the bells They may be ringing them for you I saw some matte-black cat with a Rat-Kings tat Red leather dress, and a Kangol hat Running through this alley near Tompkins Square 'Til the Bats closed in and they left him there Oh man, oh man, oh man I guess I don't know what to do Try to close your eyes and ears If it's easier for you