The red, red lips   Of some secret solution   The Central Intelligence Agency   Has a file that's a mile longer than peace      She's naked on the phone   Watching them back   No eyes just their stupid grins   They long to be liberal mannequins      And in their tiny room, they eat Chinese food   And they don't call their wives   'Cause the girl in the window is   Pressing her breasts up against the window pane      The guy they're after   On the floor below her   Is cutting cocaine   Higher than the building      A one way trip   Whoever thought she'd miss   The ins and outs of oxygen   The darkest side of the biggest God damn ride   You've ever been on      Her mother loves that show   Even though she never gets the answers right   It's easier to play along   Sometimes more than being wrong      They found her in her room   Wearing a pink bunny suit   In sour cherry lipstick   Hanging from the closet door      Her eyes were wide, maybe to despise   Maybe just to look into your head light   Morning glow      And this is it, well this is it   Prime time deliverance      That you have and you hold   And you have and you hold   And you have and you hold      And you have and you hold   And you have and you hold   And you have and you hold      And she says the best thing you can do   Is hang around for a while