Stuck Like Glue
I've seen this advert a million times,
It's trying hard to desensitize its lying side.
A bigger car and a thinner wife,
A thinner Bible a bigger life,
No compromise.
It's the final sign to me,
That we're stuck in the 80s.
I swear to God that I know that man,
He's standing there with his Rictus grin,
Ê It's an alibi,
Anyone can just trip and fall,
But why on earth would you hide it all?
I don't know why.
It's the final sign to me,
That we're stuck in the 80s.
And the church screams endlessly,
It'll save one place just for me.
And the rain comes down,
On a Bible town,
And the neon glows,
And the coins just roll.
As a waitress smiles,
She ignites my bones,
And I miss home,
And I miss home.
I swear to God that I've seen this scene,
The cabaretÊatrocity,
Entertaining me.
I'm trying to lie a blameless life,
But I don't know how I'll sleep tonight,
As a passer-by.
It's the final sign to me,
That we're stuck in the 80s,
And the church screams endlessly,
It'll save one place just for me.
And the rain comes down,
On a Bible town,
And the neon glows,
And the coins just roll,
As a waitress smiles,
She ignites my bones,
And I miss home
And I miss home

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