took the handjob at the hardware store, made me feel just like a man   it only took me eye contact to make him understand   swinging from the porches, your dorothy outfit's gorgeous   your costume party's awesome just some guy's being anonymous   dressed like a pirate with a head full of amyls and a gun full of ammo   key to the bathroom, you were dressed like a viking, skintight biking shorts   looking for a metaphor, hoping for a quick divorce   discofied suicide, everyone's a friend of mine   there's war against euphoria, we're up on the battle line   that didn't seem like fifteen beers