Two Bit Monsters lyrics

Naturally I heard the doctor say
Cut the cord and give the child away
So you had him over for dinner
Carving beans with a butcher knife

I'm back to normal
(He's going over her)
I'm back to normal
(With his thermometer)
I'm back to normal
(She's getting normal)
I'm back to normal now
Back to normal
Back to normal
Back to normal now

You tell him to try and kiss away

You're different from me
All the boundaries are defined
If we keep up with these truces
One of will lose their mind

And I consciously object to your weapons detector
Hedging bets in the private sector
I don't have to salute you
But I might have to shoot you

Let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war

Down on the beat
They're lining up everyone
Who's got a mind on a bullet and a mouth like a gun
Boys and girls
Stripped to their innocence
We run some real weak links in this long chain of events

Cop party and you better not go
Spend the rest of your life in this TV show
Cop party and you better run
Because they're not gonna stop until they've had their fun
Until justice is done

I spend so much time tryin'
To learn all your languages
I got nothin' to say
It's all cheap talk in kind
And a matter of time
Some fool gets his way
Down on his knees he says I got this feelin'
That you're not that kind of girl
And no one knows better as he takes off your sweater
Just what he means when he's promised you the world

CHORUS:
Down in front
That's all they want

My mind is finally clearing
What is this sound I'm hearing?
Chainsaws on bone and gristle
Carving out a new epistle
I've got my pencil sharpened
I will not be disheartened
I won't be disenchanted
Even though the news is slanted

Face the nation
Face the nation
Face the nation

I see you shaping nooses
Sixty minutes of excuses
Airwaves and wire service
Trying to make me nervous

Put your make up on
Though your face is long
Clothes that fit you wrong
What's wrong with you

Last night's Romeo
He just had to go
I don't wanna know
What else is new?

CHORUS:
Good girl bad world
Didn't you say
Good girl, bad world
Can't get away
From boys who unfurl
Flags that don't pay
You're a good girl in a bad world
I'll take her
Now come out to play

I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)

I got an x-ray camera hidden in your house
That sees what I can't see
And that man you were kissin' last night
Definitely was not me, oh baby

I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)

Just because he was wearin' shades
You thought he didn't leave a clue

You said that I would be sorry if you went away
You said I wouldn't be happy without hell to pay
You said the teardrops would fall
Between the bedroom walls
You said that I would regret
Well It Hasn't Happened Yet

Your friends come over and offer to take me to eat
They all seem so sorry I'm sufferin' so much misery
They said to just give a call
Next time that I start to crawl

Stand before it to the nines
Hurry up and get in line
They've got your ashes scattered
Before you even burn

Blasting off for baby town

Wearing cars like angel gowns
Even though I'm wearin' tatters
I just can't wait my turn

CHORUS:
'Cause I've got
New numbers don't understand
New numbers I'm gettin' out of hand
New numbers countin' on me for
New numbers

She paints her fingernails forbidden tones
She wants nervous youth on the telephone
He don't call
She sticks another pin
In her doll
And puts him next to her stuffed animals

She got the tubetop
She got the french heels
She got the blowdry
She got her eyes peeled
She got the tight jeans
Seventeen magazine
She got it all
She got it all
She got it all
In her pink bedroom

Bring it in tight and cut to her face
Fade up the lights 'till it wipes out the place
Put on your pants cause she's put out a trace on you

She's found a future it's been localized

Brought out the sutures and clamps for your eyes
Made the incision and no one's suprised but you

CHORUS:
String pull job
Nobody's finer
She's got you sewn up
With the one-liners
She's doin that jerk

I spy for the fbi
(I spy for the fbi)
I spy for the fbi
(I spy for the fbi)

I got an x-ray camera hidden in your house
That sees what I can’t see
And that man you were kissin’ last night
Definitely was not me, oh baby

I spy for the fbi
(I spy for the fbi)
I spy for the fbi
(I spy for the fbi)

Just because he was wearin’ shades
You thought he didn’t leave a clue