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Jenny takes her clothes off in succession
While her husband rides a bumper in the President's procession
She sees him on the screen as she looks up from giving head
When he's had enough of that, her lover throws her on the bed
To teach her she's alive and suddenly he's dead
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
No your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, ooh, hey, hey, ooh, hey
Calling Mr. Oswald, calling anyone at the scene
If you were taking home movies
There's a chance you might have seen him
They've got a thousand variations, every witness in a file
Jenny puts on some coffee and she comes back with a smile
She says, I
hear
that
South
America
is
coming
into
style
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it
No your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect
But everything means less than zero
Hey, ooh, hey, hey, ooh, hey
A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor
Mr. Oswald thought he had an understanding with the law
She's got rubies on her fingers, Jenny turns and looks away
Her mind upon a basement out of the U.S.A.
She says, Lets talk about the future now, weve
put
the
past
away
- Album:
- Unfaithful Music & Soundtrack Album
- In Motion Pictures
- Miscellaneous
- Secret, Profane And Sugarcane
- Momofuku
- Rock & Roll Music
- North
- The Juliet Letters
- National Ransom
- BRIDGE SCHOOL CONCERTS, VOL. ONE
- Nostalgie The Big 5 Rock
- The Wide World Over: A 40 Year Celebration
- My Aim Is True (Deluxe Edition)
- The McCartney-McManus Collaborations
- Out of Our Idiot
- iTunes Originals
- Live At the El Mocambo
- Singles, Volume 1
- King of America
- 2002-05-15: Easy Street Records, Seattle, WA, USA