Those dumb drums
can hold your hand
in the morning I am willing to forget
The cloud-crasher inside of my head
is fine, fine upon a girl like you
but hey now wait a minute baby
lets do it all again
I don't feel comfortable with the sin
The bridge-breaker inside of their mouth
is more than, sometimes, unbelievable
in hoodwinking for all of your life
not pretty, not fine, upon a girl like you
but hey now wait a minute baby
lets do it all again
I don't feel comfortable with the sin