It's a good season for killing time It's a good one for trading your only heart 'cause someone is curious There are good reasons for sinking ships There are good ones for trading your only mind tonight for looser lips They're Broca's, Broca's ways Dragging on as you're dragging along In your Broca's, Broca's ways Just making it up It's a new dawn for the sleeping still It's a good day for selling your only lie to someone whose looks could kill It's a new science that's turning heads It's a good day for having your only mind; it's changed, or so you've read.