Half
Verse 1
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
Verse 2
A one way trip
Who ever 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 headlight morning glow
Outro
(background talking and nonsense)