My Kz, Ur Bf

Lucifer you're landing
Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink
Barb-wire in the bathroom
I can't make new memories since

Flashbacks to the time
This shell-shocked apartment was the place
I met with your boy
It's a mortal thing, yeah it's a mortal thing: Oh!
He looked at me funny and I: Oh! Oh!
Think our secret's out and a: Oh-ooh-Oh!
I try to explain
But then munitions rain
And we're the epicentre

It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
''cause he was looking at me like: Woah!
Yeah right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how
Everything just coming through the windows
And half the street was under my nails
It's like we sitting in a Faraday cage
When the lights all failed

I fly through the walls
All pieces colliding and I see Raymond apart
He's a frowning now, wagging a finger at me: Boy!
His knees bend the other way and: Boy! Boy!
Are you guys together, honey? B-B-Boy!
Oh, but now I can't find his torso: Hmm, hmm, hmm
I guess you're seperated now

It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine
Monica I just wanna know
It's like I'm watching the A4 paper taking over the guillotine

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
''cause he was looking at me like: Woah!
Yeah right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how
Everything just coming through the windows and
Half the street was under my nails
It's like we sitting in a Faraday cage
When the lights all failed

Lucifer you're landing (6 cars the driveway oh)
(I do believe it will be business inside)
Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink
(It's a real spanner into my works, I think I kicked the bucket)
Baby's on the bullseye
(I do believe it will be business inside)
I can't make new memories since
(It's a real spanner into my works)
–Ries since, –ries since

And I wanna know
What happened to your boyfriend
''cause he was looking at me like: Woah!
Yeah, right before the kitchen was a dustbowl
And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how
Everything just coming through the windows
And half the street was under my nails
It's like we sitting in the Faraday cage
When the lights all failed

And now everybody gotta go hungry
And everybody cover up their mouths
And I haven't seen the bodycount lately
But looking at your faces it must have been bad!
And if everybody answered their phonecalls
But people say the army's on fire
It's like we sitting with our parachutes on
When the airport's gone