What is a cold-blooded mad man to do,
With a smile across his teeth and a chest full of goo
And it cuts through my junk and it smash up my eyes
And it sings like a song ‘fore you die
Sunny day shootings, breakfast bedheadings
Lunchtime, wartime, Armageddon
God! tell me what to do
It’s a perfect time for love
Never a punk
Smiled so wide
Never have teeth
Seen so much sky
And it smash up my junk and it screws up my eyes
And it sings like a song before you die
Mountaintop chokings, afternoon rapists
Primetime, Wartime
I can’t take it
God! tell me what to do
Is it time for love?
Whatever colors you wear
Oh! They are gonna bleed someday
Some rainbow day
We’ll have the perfect time
Skipping, hugging, laughing, singing
Dancing, romancing, spinning, singing
God! tell me what to do
It’s a perfect time for love
With you…