Panic in Four Minutes, Pt. 1

Ahhh! Double bubble disco queen
Headed to the guillotine
Skin as smooth as Steve Mcqueen
Let me be your killer king
My touch, is black and poisonous
And nothing like my punch-drunk kiss
I know you need it, do you feel it?
Drink the water, drink the wine
Finders keepers, losers weepers
You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now
You move in circles hoping no one's gonna find out
But we're so lucky
Kiss the ring and let them bow down
Looking for the time of your life
I'm taking back the crown
I'm all dressed up and naked
I see what's mine and take it
Oh yeah!
Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?
Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson
Are you nasty? (Finders keepers, losers weepers)
Are you nasty?
I love her anyway
Oh yeah!
Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway
Oh, well imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
I chime in with a
Haven't you ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of
things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in with a
Haven't you ever heard of closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
All my friends are glorious
Tonight we are victorious
Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe
Ahhh-ahhh