Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
I didn't wanna talk to you anymore
But the seal is damaged on the hazmat door
And she's outside knocking
Making too much sound
And my geiger counter
Is going round and round
She's what i see
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
The exhaust meltdown
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
Slipping through the shielding
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
She loves the decay
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
The whole world has long since collapsed
But she doesn't care, she just wants to kiss my lips
Doesn't care that i'm part-electronic
Sparks hit the floor from the carbon arc
Our fallout is glowing in the dark
And the nuclear sunburn's burning hot
All the gears fitting into the slot
And the groundshine forever marks the spot
She's what i see
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
The exhaust meltdown
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
Slipping through the shielding
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
She loves the decay
In my post-apocalyptic eyes
In My Post-Apocalyptic Eyes was written by Randy Prozac.
In My Post-Apocalyptic Eyes was produced by Randy Prozac.