Like a Buddy Holly cover band your mind permeates mine safely But She has pop music on her phone so stutter like you mean it We hear old bands on the radio And it's strange but our minds are blurry The neo-beat generation is dead and jazz is too hard Like Beethoven I'll cook you and eat you alive I will sell you for parts - show you holes in my eyes I am eating meat that I found on the floor I bought pictures of Nixon in bulk at the store Brush your teeth, paint your face, wear a dress, do your chores Burn down my house and I'll burn down yours Treat me like a cop baby I wanna see stars Check your seatbelt twice now it matters