Choice lyrics:

Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the wardrums (go back to sleep)

You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one

Maybe you'll be president, but know right from wrong

You want me? I'll be waiting. With a gun and a pack of sandwiches. And nothing

What time is this / to trade the handshake for the fist?

Since I met you / This small town hasn't got room / For my big feelings

I see your picture, I smell your skin on / The empty pillow next to mine

Two undernourished egos four rotating hips

Since we broke up / I'm using lipstick again / I'll suck my tongue / In remembrance of you

What's so funny about peace, love and understanding?