Unhealthy toy, how you spread out for sin Your greedy joy for impressionable kin Oh, I bide right through you And you bide, bide through me too Some kind of jazz in metropolis scales You pay the cab and you're walking with whales And I grip on to you And you grip on to me too But, oh The puppies ain't got nowhere to run Like building up has never gone wrong, son Elevators to fun, son You got me down on my knees In the core of misery You either scold or you freeze Even though I think it might be too late for love I'm down on my knees New ash and cage, how I tremble your bars Foot soldier slaves to chorus of cause And I tiptoe your tune And you tip, tip out your Moon But, oh The puppies ain't got nowhere to run Like building up has never gone wrong, son Elevators to fun, son I bleed From paper cuts of teenage dreams Your credit card won't cover the fees, love Don't take your coat off for me, my love You got me down on my knees In the core of misery You either scold or you freeze Even though I think it might be too late You got me down on my knees In the core of misery You either scold or you freeze Even though I think it might be too late for love