Black Fly on a White Wall

There's a jukebox by the water that'll steal your sons
and daughters cause it's so good that it feels
like a god
And the wandering romantics want that obsolete
Enchantment so they put the dollars in
and can't stop

let the red fumes pull ya down south
we can disappear and turn it out
She's a bloodsucker with a silk mouth
make your eyes sweat
drink you up and spit you out

Love in the age of potpourri, baby wants her bottle
and a mp3
a scary thing bout being free
All your bad ideas have space to breathe
A white wall
a black fly
A strange trip
This good life