DYNAMITE + 45s

I see them talking but it’s just a bunch of mouths moving
Buzz in my head
No communication
I like your fire and your music and your radios
Throw it all away
Cuz that’s the way it goes
Painted my walls and my mirror the darkest shade of black
To match her eyes and the hair on her Siamese cat
I like your fire and your music and your radios
I had those things too but I threw them all away
Cuz that’s the way it goes

That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s
That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s

Built a machine out of dynamite and 45’s
Drank the gasoline just to get by
I like your fire and the way you wear your dirty clothes
Cuz that’s the way it goes
Stitched your name with broken bottles on my bottom lip
To match the image of the spider crawling up your hip
I like your fire and the way you wear your dirty clothes
Cuz that’s the way it goes

That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s
That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s
That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s

That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s
That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s
That’s the way it goes
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh’s