Well, the years flew by like a lullaby   Living in ecstasy   We were drinking hallucinogenic tea   My love was a flower   My life flew by like a ladybird shower      He said he'd be a rockstar   He promised me poetry   But life kicked in   He couldn't stand the monotony   So he escaped to a place where life wasn't so hard   He could masquerade and live a facade      But the rockstar's dead   And the poet's gone to prison   He can't get out of Cyberland   She won't give him permission   He gets out his pesticide   She grabs her cyanide      Oh baby, he said to me   What am I to do?   I said don't you dare      Come running to me, yeah   I'm not your final solution   Or some concrete constitution   I've not been waiting for some fallen angel      She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels   And her propaganda's not washing with me      Well life in your box, I bet it started off easy   You didn't have to face all the horrid bits of reality   'Cause I was still there   To bring you tea   And you pretended to care      But the bubble has burst   She's dependent on your masquerade   Her claws dug deep   With promises of a mercy killing      But this suicide butterfly   She's never gonna die   'Cause he won't use his pesticide   And she'll never say goodbye      But the rockstar's dead   And the poet's gone to prison   He can't get out of Cyberland      She won't give him permission   He gets out his pesticide   She grabs her cyanide      Oh baby, he said to me   What am I to do?   I said don't you dare      Come running to me, yeah   I'm not your final solution   Or some concrete constitution   I've not been waiting for some fallen angel      She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels   And her propaganda's not washing with me      He reaches for his pesticide   But she just grabs her cyanide   Oh, he grabs his pesticide   But it's not working   It won't work      So baby, he said to me   What am I to do?   I said don't you dare      Come running to me, yeah   I'm not your final solution   Or some concrete constitution   I've not been waiting      She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels   And her propaganda's not washing with me      Oh, why don't you grab your pesticide   And pour some cyanide?   And baby   Why don't you toast the morning sun?