The Punk

Let's go for a walk in your garden of Eden You told me about when you were drunk Your fabulous sabotage acting is all that I need to see To know that you're a punk Hazy your days that you cannot remember Behaving in ways that would make you turn green Takes all your time to protect your selective memory So you can choose what you see Oh but everytime you sing, you make me, cry Everytime you sing you make me, cry Fill all the holes with corrosive passivity Wait for a friend and go mental on them Spike up your hair and tattoo all your skin So you not see through anymore. Now you're just like other men I know that I'm giving you sh*t but I love you As much as I did, when you were fifteen Feel that you'll be stellar vintage material, baby We'll have to wait and see