Bad Boy (Kind of Blah)

The military sobs
The missionary jogs
Their daughter's cherry popped to various hits round the clock
Look at all my shit
Fuck you all.gov
Pull back the foreskin made of porcelain I wanna fall in love

Bad boy

The porch angel sings
The punks moved to queens
The mangers are full up tonight gotta sleep on the f train
Wop boppa doobop someone saw a shootout, mama threw your food out, aw the pain, waitresses are chewed out I was eating why'd you do that o im sorry forgot your name

Bad boy

Played a recording of horns from the 40s
She slipped through my fingers but lingers in the synapses like nicotine, you taste her lips
There something wrong with me when i'm lonely I know
Ma its ok
Ill call you next couple days