it dangles from his lips

the scorn hangs like a cigarette

he hasn't even met me yet

shock the monkey

make it funky

doesn't mean a thing

the wax museum breathes

it slithers out of taxicabs

a generation up for grabs

sell the rumor

sense of humor

doesn't mean a thing



kamikaze fashion zombies on the prowl

scared to death of letting their defenses down



very very plastic scary suicide

you're undercooked and overtried

and andy' on the phone

keep pretending that you mean it

i'll pretend that i believe it

wish to god that i was back at home

wish to god that i was back at home



we sold the factory

down the river years ago

don't pretend you didn't know

kept the poses

overdoses

didn't mean a thing



mickey mouse meets mister brownstone in the john

so exciting grab a partner carry on



it fizzes in my ear

sparkles like a disco ball

i find myself inside it all

i'm not above it

i know i love it

never miss a thing

i never miss a thing