MY KZ, UR BF (My Keys, Your Boyfriend)

(albüm: Man Alive - 2010)

Lucifer, you're landing
Crosshairs on the kitchen sink
Barb wire in the bathroom
I can't make new memories since

Flashbacks to the time
This shell-shocked apartment was the place
I met with your boy
It's a mortal thing, yeah, it's a mortal thing, "Oh!"

He looked at me funny and I, "Oh! Oh!"
Think our secret's out and a "Oh-ooh-oh!"
I try to explain, but then munitions rain
And we're the epicentre

It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
'Cause he was looking at me like "Whoa!"
Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the keys
And I can't forget how
And everything just coming through the windows
And half the street was under my nails

It's like we're sitting in a Faraday cage
When the lights all failed

I fly through the walls
All pieces colliding and I
See Raymond apart

He's a-frowning now, wagging a finger at me, "Boy!"
His knees bend the other way and "Boy! Boy!"
Are you guys together, honey? "B-b-boy!"
Oh, but now I can't find his torso
"Hmm, hmm, hmm," I guess you're separated now

It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
(Monica, I just wanna know)
It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
'Cause he was looking at me like "Whoa!"
Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how
And everything just coming through the windows
And half the street was under my nails

It's like we sitting in a Faraday cage
When the lights all failed
The lights all failed

Lucifer, you're landing
(I do believe it will be business inside)

Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink
(It's a real spanner into my works, I think I kicked the bucket)

Baby's on the bullseye
(I do believe it will be business inside)

I can't make new memories since
(It's a real spanner into my works)

–Ries since, –ries since

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
'Cause he was looking at me like "Whoa!"
Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the keys
And I can't forget how
And everything just coming through the windows
And half the street was under my nails

It's like we sitting in a Faraday cage
When the lights all failed

And now everybody gotta go hungry
And everybody cover up their mouths
And I haven't seen the body count lately
But looking at your faces, it must have been bad
And if everybody answered their phone calls
But people say the army's on fire

It's like we sitting with our parachutes on
But the airport's gone