Hot Pink

You’re just like America, fresh our of surprises
Stickers all over you, and a garden of rationale
So what’s left to talk about, anyway?
It’s apples and oversized VCRs
You never did trust it, and it’s taken us this far
The hot pink apocalypse — did you see it all coming, suitcases in hand?
The last days are infinite and you dress like you’re into it
Here’s to the cars before the horses, film and fantasy divorces
Go where the bombs go, and the chain letters, they’re connected,
just like everything
If anyone asks, just give them the facts
You don’t need anyone
You don’t need anyone
The hot pink sun makes the hot pink sunlight
Your hot pink blood rules your heart form the inside
Your cool white bones, they were meant for big things
The hot pink sun makes the hot pink sunlight
And the hot pink blood rules your heart from the inside
Cool white bones, they won’t save us this time