Russian Futurists Follow

I do pop 'cause that's what my heart goes, I don't call it art, no sir
That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives
We're never saying what we mean, it's all Silver Screens and lights
And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin' fists
Love consists of on and off and a built for two coffin
When it's summed up, the rest is a hoax and some jokes
That's been drummed up by the suits and
They're choking out your life in chunks from nine to five and

You ain't never gonna get a second back

So come on let's lose control, we'll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope
We'll die before we get old; into the wind we're tossin' armfuls of caution
Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight and
Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine

I write words 'cause these are the things I can't say but I'll sing to you
And I know that it's all a cop-out but my heart, it just pops out of joint
Here's the point girl, you should be flattered at how my words they just scatter and
Drop, to the floor 'cause you keep me nice and sore and cold down to the core
But I wouldn't take a single second back

So come on let's lose control, we'll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope
We'll die before we get old; into the wind we're tossin' armfuls of caution
Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight
Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine