Submarines have periscopes
And boys have neon signposts
And tinted in the photo frame
The daytime reaper messed up his snapshot again
And misters still call to me
They say sell it to me nice and cheap
And I thought I found a ten-cent god
But he just opened his mouth and gave me a shrug
And we're living in a pool of car smells
And I'd never say
"Oh, this is a pretty nice hell you've got here"
Cause there's a record store around the block
And I hope they've have my saviour in stock
So I let my feet swim with the ground
But in the shop of hope I found
There wasn't much of it
Much of it
Much of it
And it's all what surprise wants
And it's all, all his prize won
You know, postmen carry all their weight on the opposite side of the people that they save
And mercy isn't always tame
He says by god it'll take one day off this decade
And Tolkien made the best kind of wars
Too bad he kissed it fiction
So it will never save things
It'll never save our world
And I slightly smell kerosene
And it reminds me
That I might still be burning, burning, burning
I'm still in love with the photo frame
I kissed it once and my lips are still dancing in shame
You know, there's something terribly wrong here
Can you help me?
You know remedy runs in my family
Can you help me?
You know remedy runs in my family
But I've found that I haven't got much of it
Much of it
Much of it
And it's all what surprise wants
And it's all, all his prize won
Every time, every time