Walking Disasters She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted A total looker, but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue I can tell you what I'd do
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters
She only finds her love in a downtown score Consumption makes her stronger You're the sweetest anaconda The kind of lack of respect that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But when you've lost all that you have left to lose
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip
As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want, we'll always need Right now we need some pop psychology To keep us up-beat
So tell your mother that you love her dearly And tell your father you won't lock him out again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters