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