A break in time, flourescent sign.   How they listen I don't know.   It's a sympathetic show of cliched words to go,   a sale on four, and "S's" in the eyes.   How they fake it I don't know.   Fill my cup, it's time to go.   And in the end, a twist of lime.   A reflection of a vintage delight.   And I've got plans of a cartoon life.   How I'll get there I don't know.   Burn the flag and take it slow around the edge that's drilled inside your head.   The TV doesn't lie.   How they listen I don't know.   It's a sympathetic show.   I'm taking pictures in my head.   The girls they look so nice in red.   I can't believe the things you said concerning me and my life.   So good bye and good night.   I can't believe the things that you said.