1 Beauty is only a light switch away
And moral resolve is sold at the bar,
It’s junk food country, don’t play the gourmet,
Just pick your target and lock the radar.
Say you’re a surgeon–No–a green beret!
Keep talking that shit right out to the car.
The weekday rules don’t apply Saturday
So let bright Venus be your pilot star.
Remember, we all look good in the dark
And sometimes a fizzle’s good as a spark.
2 But circuts are cut and powerlines fall,
Cut loose from me now, join in with the fray
Left in the blackness and hopeless enthrall.
Keep embers smoking is all I can say.
Light me a up cig, tonight I'm on call,
Another one's in to amputate, eh?
Better go quick while he's lost in the squall
And tumult of drugs in his systems stay.
So rip out the tubing and cut off threads,
'Cause falling and flying are same in our heads.
