Dropping bombs upon your head
Now your white wall is chained all red
Dropping bombs from the sky
I got no answers, no for your questions,
what?
Just like the ghost without a name
Just like the famous without a fame
Novels love us without a brain
Our lovers are just the same
You're getting shook down from your mind
These single dreams you're twinkling on are
just a waste of time
A leather seat and a long-haired creep
A dream's a bucking and a call with a lonely freak
Now you know who's who and when you'll flash your east side
Just like a ghost without a name Just like the famous without a fame
Novels love us without a brain
Our lovers are just the same
Our lovers are just the same
Just like a ghost without a name Just like the famous without a fame
Just like the famous without a fame Novels love us without a brain
And all those lovers without a brain Just the same
Our lovers are just the same
Just the same
They're lovers,
they're just the same
Just the same