Harness your hopes on just one person

Because you know a harness was only made for one

Don′t telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molassesCauterized in syrup and syrup and molasses

And I′m checking out the asses, the assets that attract us

To anything that moves, we're deep inside the grooves

And it's time to shake the rations ′cause someone′s gonna cash in

The plot it turns again, the reference starts at ten

Well, show me a word that rhymes with pavement

And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit

And don′t you try to etch it or permanently sketch it

Or you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold

And the freaks have stormed the White House

I moved into a lighthouse

It′s on a scenic quay, it's, oh, so far away

Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of linen

The yearling took the purse, the goth kid has a hearse

Heart-breaking, earth-quaking

Kiwis they are home baking

Minds wide open truly

Leisure, a leisure suit is nothing

It′s nothing to be proud of in this late century

And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper

Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb

It's a semi-automatic, believers are ecstatic

You see the way they cling, the cold metallic sting

And I′m living in a coma for Donna de Varona

The harness made of hopes, the lovers on the ropes

Nun is to church, as the parrot is to perch

And my heart′s wide open

Truly