sarah, settle down
put your helmet on
walk these streets of gold
with cigarettes you hand rolled
i don't know you
and i don't owe you a thing
you smile so hard it hurts
just when things get worse
you said you've woken from a dream
abandoned by your mother
could this be?
satan, settle done
keep your trousers on
you can warm the globe
but leave my wretched soul alone
i don't know you
and i don't owe you a thing
but the children lose their minds
in such uncertain times
and i'm woken from a dream
surrounded by my lovers
oh, woe is me!
and a hundred thousand times a day
the yellow lights turn red
and a hundred thousand miles away
i'm turning myself in
oh, christ, i am!
