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.