Bicycle!

They tried to put me on the bicycle
They tried to hook me to the wild electric chair
And it was groovy
The papa’s writing on a book
He’s got a master plan
He stole the phrases from the mad delirium crush, crush
And I was groovy
Sing a song, aha
When you cry
In spite of all the currencies of suffering
Honey, we were nothing but a love affair
Yeah, you were nothing but a love affair to me
You gave me nothing
Nothing
None!
A woman is a crime
She’s the rhythm of a rhyme
An expression of a cold
I can smolder anytime
There’s a guide
Sneaking behind her shoulders
She’s a girl, aha
And he’s a boy
And I know the game they’re playing
'Cause they’re dumb
Transparent and incapable of stopping me
A bitch-slap on the side
When she was drinking
Too tall out of proportions
She promised to be small
I only wanted a real good time
I only wanted to make her go
Mmm-Ooooh
Be careful with the gun
Whaaa-aaah
Out of my forehead
I think you’d better run
Margarita
Margarita
…ations
My body is in the air
My face is pretty ugly
I see it everywhere
My-my-my mind is separated
For better and for worse
It’s living in my stomach
I’m a lipstick in a purse!
God, I’m afraid
I feel like somebody’s watching me
Or you
Or him
It’s a song, aha
When you cry
In spite of all the currencies of suffering
It’s a song, aha
When you cry
In spite of all the currencies of suffering
So come home from the ceiling and cry
They tried to put me on the bicycle