a fallen trench coat serenades
a French mistress behind the shades
as lip bomb sends a trip wire to a yield
on a frozen piece of city land
reveals a hidden hired hand
as gloves ignite into a feud
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
peels his vest and sheds his watch
to infiltrate the northern bloc
as signals fade in and out of hue
an English man in formal wear
lifts his hands to pay cab fare
as fountains leak into the sky
I'm not high I'm not suicidal
I don't want to be on American Idol
where the critics and fans I'm sure they'll adore me
but there words always seem to find a way to deploy me
white noise ejects from shoes
stomping patterns to a flute
evading balaclavas with their mints
barreling to a hotel room
drawers containing red perfume
send confirmations through the air
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
this ones black and this ones white
dusting over greedy knights
for a title not a name
jigsaws twist and jigsaws lie
bitter glass has changed its side
as the ladies float away float away
I'm not high I'm not suicidal
I don't want to be on American Idol
where the critics and fans I'm sure they'll adore me
but there words always seem to find a way to deploy me