Candy cane walks down
To build a bonfire
To break my fall

My baby
My sweet thing
Just maybe we could lose ourselves this time

King of the horseflies
Dark prince of death
His tragic forces
Are heaven-sent

In sweet things
In a lover’s breath
In knowing this was meant to be the last

A go-go-go kids
A go-go-go style
A suck-suck-suck kiss
A suck-suck-suck smile

As always
In young need
A veiled promise to never die

On dead highways
Her black beauties roam
For June angels
So far from home

For a love lost
A faded picture
To tread lightning
To ink the lavender sky

Get on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on the bomb