Jetplane

Hot freaks! Hot freaks She goes out in the garden And spits on all the flowers 'Cause she don't know how to look after herself Says "I'm spending hours and hours and other hours" And he goes out to the after Sings with all the cowboys Steals one of their hats And then he wears it backwards Says "I don't know how to look after myself" Then he goes home, spending hours in somebody else He says Arrest me, I'm a hot freak I'm bombastique Yeah, I'm making modern music in Spain I'm on the jetplane If I'm so hot I feel so funny now So hot I feel funny now So hot It's not funny now If you're so hot It's not funny now She lies in all the daisy Chains they're more like crazy 'Cause I don't know how to look after myself Spending hours and hours in other hours She digs herself a hole in the middle of the ground Climbs all the way in until the sound dulls down Says "I like it more in here with the jokers and the rounds I ain't ever coming back, I ain't ever coming down He goes out in the starlight Screams he killed the sunset In the carcass of its corset, says 'I am the prince of Egypt I'm the prince of this heart Hallelujah' I'm building up a wall in the middle of my heart 'Til the tongue goes in and rips it all apart I'm building up a wall 'til the- Hallelujah Arrest me I'm a hot freak I'm bombastique I'm making modern music in Spain I'm on the jetplane Arrest me I'm a hot freak I'm bombastique Yeah, I'm making modern music in Spain I'm on the jetplane So hot So full So hot So hot Sick, so hot So hot So hot So hot Hot freaks!