A perfect song
With midi cruise control
And accents on the dole
And slide control scale manipulates

A perfect song
For ultraviolet minds
And word in haste to
Finish it up strong
Driving on the Autobahn
You’re free

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Two clowns in a corner
Make me laugh

A perfect song
Like Americans
With blinking lights
And interface design
Dying on the Autobahn
You’re free

A perfect song
With made for a perfect world
When sunlight shines
Shines on you today
SPF you’re getting old
With grace

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90′s man

You want the perfect man
I’d make the perfect wife
And if we found each other
What would happen then?

Work on your appearance
It’s the 90′s man

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Pachoili, sandwich sales
Across the sky

With melodies
And harmonies
Backbeat to save
The whales
Hormones need the whales
To set me free

Five feet above you
And coming to the stores,
Color is a whore.

The librarian is old,
Our books are getting warm;
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster,
Like my mother said;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle;
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I sing;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I sing.

Marching bands are bored;
Swords swallowing a sword.
Color is a whore.

I’m playing with the Dead,
Will retire when I’m ahead
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster
Like my mother says;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle.
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I sing;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I sing.

Say you’re done with Americans,

I’m done with dirty blondes.
You can get 
but cannot give,

Can warm but cannot burn.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

Dance for me a song alone

And you ask what is within.
In words our essence
, Pheromone;
It was so, 
it was not sewn.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

And the song 
that springs within
,
It is from
 the river Love.
Try not to care
 is not the same,
Is not the same
 as caring not.

Yeah, I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall;
Yeah, you’re glowing, weeds grow tall.
Know what you’re knowing, you know it all;
I know you’re growing, weeds grow tall.

Designer face, got designer clothes -
Designer bag, for your design nose -
Designer shoes to cover
Your pretty little feet.

Where is you?

Poorest boy, you need a toy -
Go get guitar, go get a drum -
Go get that thing, hold onto it.
Forget the hunger,
Hippopotamus.

Where is you?

Can you see what isn’t close to you?
Sadness is a part of everything.
Act like you’re strong, you’re acting still.
And in the end,
You would help.

Where is you?

you’re the man you’re the devil man
you’re the one who knows it all
you’re the one – triumphant sentence john
you’re the one who owns it all

million children here before me
million children they have squirt guns
I like silence, I like mangos
just go have them wrap you up one

do you see my little thing
do you feel all the shame
do you feel – triumphant sentence john
do you feel anything

Ecclesiastes it is nothing
Ecclesiastes watching TV
I like starlight I like oceans
Ecclesiastes watching King Kong

you’re the man you’re the devil man
you’re the one who knows it all
you’re the one – triumphant sentence john
you’re the one who owns it all

be a winner be a christian
be an other be a victim
do you see it when it hurts you
don’t you want to become empty

buddhist rock becoming one

I’m a man who walked the world,
Walked the world in search of love,
Oh, what a world.

I had a girl, she walked away,
Walked away because she can,
I was her man.

Been a long time gone;
Look for love cannot be found;
In a day I’ll go
Back to Brooklyn, Love.

In this world you have to be a fool
to look for love, for what it’s worth,
I am a fool.

And in this world, you have to work,
Work until your bones are broken down;
What a world

Been a long time gone;
Look for love, cannot be found;
In a day I’ll go
Back to Brookline, girl.

Been a long time gone
Look for love, cannot be found
In a day I’ll go
Back to Brooklyn, love.

I had a girl, she walked away,
Walked away because she can;
I was her man.

I had a girl, she walked away,
Walked away because she can;
I was her man.

Been a long time gone
Look for love, cannot be found
In a day I’ll go
Back to Brookline, girl.