This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk, though Look what it's done to your friends; their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end There's a room for the trouble and there's lovers to be

That's where you're wrong Make a wish that weighs a ton And no understanding where it goes And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally That time has got it in for honey

Tell 'em to take out their tongues It's not you it's them that are wrong And doing what they're told You push my faith near being lost But we'll stick to the guns Don't care if it's marketing suicide We won't crack or compromise Your derisory divides

So up rolls a riot van And sparks excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid Got chased last night From men with truncheons dressed in hats We didn't do that much wrong Still ran away though for the

I'm joining the dots From the smoke in your hair to the blood in the bruise And the bows on the shoes you kicked off I'm joining the dots, I'm joining the dots Been trying to think of something colorful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for

Reckless serenade I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need Call up to listen to the voice of reason Topless models Doing semaphore Wave their flags as she walks by And get ignored Illuminations On a rainy day

Why'd you only call me when you're high? Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high? Now it's three in the morning And I'm trying to change your mind Left you multiple missed calls And to my message you reply The mirror's image It tells me it's home

Good afternoon Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino Mark speaking Please tell me how may I direct your call? Jesus in the day spa Filling out the information form Mama got her hair done Just popping out to sing a protest song I've been on a bender back to

You can look into those eyes Down no telephone line What if you were right the first time? Betwixt and between the fantasy dream and the fear Do you wonder where she is this afternoon? And does it get on your nerves, make it slightly perturbed That

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen