Cyclops

What you try to do to me?

It seems to come so naturally

How you annoy me

How you destroy me

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone

But don't mind me

How's it fair, I'm a magnet for psychos

And pretty riddles keen on me

You can lightly sling

Into my open heavy loving heart

First touch and kissy kissy

Slash-back razor days

The boys not to behave

Oh they're like hoodlums

Sick of themselves

And sick of their slums

Give everybody a gun

And put it on the television

That's Reality TV, I'd pay to see

Not lobotomized celebrities who wanna be

Wanna be the ...

Wow, money's the church, fame is the steeple

Everyone on the telly indoctrinate the people

Now I say though...

What you try to do to me?

It seems to come so naturally

How you annoy me

How you destroy me

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone

But don't mind me

... and chased by a cyclops

... no ships I see

I owe more than I know to faces

Who never show the places off the hood

It's understood and obvious tomorrow

Free bags full of sorrow

First touch and kissy kissy

Slash-back razor days

The boys not to behave

Everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone

But don't mind me

It's not fair, I'm a magnet for psychos

And pretty little riddles keen on me

You can lightly sling

Into my open heavy loving heart

First touch and here you are

Where they put the Cyclops

That's where they put the Cyclops

That's where they put the Cyclops

What you try to do to me?

What you try to do to me?

You make me happy