Harness your hopes on just one person You know, because a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses Cauterized in syrup and syrup's not molasses And I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us To anything that moves, we're deep inside the groove And it's time to shake the rations 'cause someone's gonna cash in The movie starts at ten, the plot, it never ends Well, show me a word that rhymes with pavement And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit And don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it Or you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold 'Cause the freaks have stormed the White House I lived inside a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay, it's, oh, so far away Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of linen The goth kid has a hearse, the filly lost her purse Nun is to church, as the parrot is to perch And my heart's wide open, truly Leisure, a leisure suit is nothing It's nothing to be proud of in this late century And I'm asking you to hold me just like a morning paper Pinched between your pointer, your index, and your thumb It's a semi-automatic, believers are ecstatic You see the way they cling, the cold metallic sting And I'm living in a coma for Donna de Varona The harness made of hopes, the lovers on the ropes Earth-shaking, rattle-snaking Kiwis are a-home baking Minds wide open, truly