Fusion Bazooka

Lonely martian
Your rooftop’s down like Palpatine
(Oh boy)
Like broken faucets
Your eyes, they spout out wide latrines
(Down, down)
If love is a battlefield
I think you got the bazooka
I’m too busy wrapped in blankets under starts to check
If love is a fusion dance
Who set the pace
For this?

Tell me darling
When your ship fell, boy
Did you blink?
(Oh boy)
It felt like pollen
When you lie
I tend to vomit at the shrink
(Sometimes)

If love is a fusion dance
I can’t wait no more, can’t wait no more
If love is a fusion dancе
I won’t wait
(Samba)
If love is a (flamenco) fusion dance
I won’t fuck it up, ovеrstep, push my luck (fuck)
If this shit’s a (Rumba) fusion dance, I won’t, I won’t

If love is a (Jive)
If love is a tube sock, we’re more of an anklet
The net’s a magazine now so
Motherfuck your front page

(Tango, Foxtrot)

(x3)
I know everything starts off as make believe
Til’ you get inspired