Two Bit Monsters

She paints her fingernails forbidden tones
She wants nervous youth on the telephone
He don't call
She sticks another pin
In her doll
And puts him next to her stuffed animals

She got the tubetop
She got the french heels
She got the blowdry
She got her eyes peeled
She got the tight jeans
Seventeen magazine
She got it all
She got it all
She got it all
In her pink bedroom

She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb
She drinks coca-cola with her valium
Mother calls
She sticks another pin
In her doll
And lets those fingers talk her into it

She got the lip gloss
She got the short-shorts
She got her records and
They're all imports
She got her good looks
She got her yearbook
She got it all
She got it all
She got it all
In her pink bedroom

They say they got her future down at the desk
And now they're drawing blood for the grownup test
Something crawls
Beneath her lily skin
And her doll
Is so relieved she's lost her innocence

It was a teen game
Now we're serious
It's all customized
Don't get curious
We got your pension
And your attention
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
We got it all
From your pink bedroom

You're different from me
All the boundaries are defined
If we keep up with these truces
One of will lose their mind

And i consciously object to your weapons detector
Hedging bets in the private sector
I don't have to salute you
But i might have to shoot you

Let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war

Those bullets in the park
Those after dark rendezvous
Somebody has to bleed
As someone draws a bead on you

And it keeps you on your toes, all these innocent gophers
Taking orders in their penny loafers
I could change my position
But you just never listen

Let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war

Bombs away, as they say
I'm not about to pay membership dues
I've got this dynamite
I know you're sitting tight, waiting for news
Well i'm lighting the fuse

While you were on vacation
I was stationed at the line
You think we've normalized
Well i'm surprised you're so blind

As you traffic in the bucks of the recent reconstruction
This ain't no drill team i'm conducting
You can make your decision
Or watch it on television

But let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war

Let's get back to the war
That's what we're here for
Back to the war

Down on the beat
They're lining up everyone
Who's got a mind on a bullet and a mouth like a gun
Boys and girls
Stripped to their innocence
We run some real weak links in this long chain of events

Cop party and you better not go
Spend the rest of your life in this tv show
Cop party and you better run
Because they're not gonna stop until they've had their fun
Until justice is done

They're checking out
Everybody with a fine-toothed comb
So leave your keys in the car and the wisecracking at home
Spread 'em, boy
And don't you turn around
We're gonna make you real sorry that you ever come into this town

Cop party and you better not go
Spend the rest of your life in this tv show
Cop party and you better run
Because they're not gonna stop until they've had their fun

Summer is here, we're out in the street
The verdict is already in
Turn up the music, here comes the heat

Cop party and you better not go
You'll spend the rest of your life in this tv show
Cop party and you better run
Because they're not gonna stop until they've had their fun

Cop party and you better not go

Bring it in tight and cut to her face
Fade up the lights 'till it wipes out the place
Put on your pants cause she's put out a trace on you

She's found a future it's been localized

Brought out the sutures and clamps for your eyes
Made the incision and no one's suprised but you

Chorus:
String pull job
Nobody's finer
She's got you sewn up
With the one-liners
She's doin that jerk
She's doin that jerk
She's pulling it tighter

You aim the projector away from the screen
It doesn't affect her she's seen through the scene
Throwin' out lines 'till she finds one that means you'll do

You're thinking of sins so you can confess

But who's gonna come in and clean up the mess
When she takes a bow and you take off the dress oooh ooooh

Chorus

String pull job
String pull job
String pull job
String pull job
Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk

I spend so much time tryin'
To learn all your languages
I got nothin' to say
It's all cheap talk in kind
And a matter of time
Some fool gets his way
Down on his knees he says i got this feelin'
That you're not that kind of girl
And no one knows better as he takes off your sweater
Just what he means when he's promised you the world

Chorus:
Down in front
That's all they want
Just two square inches
He's a snake in britches

Shakin' your head as you lie with the enemy
So much louder than words
All that you felt one more notch in his belt
Well have you heard
You got no heart for these bullets he's loaded with
They just lite up the sky
And who needs a hero when it's zero to zero
I don't know baby it's just an alibi

Chorus

You could be any one
Who can't be both-ered with names
Turn off the lites turn the
Latch it's just more of the same

Chorus

You said that i would be sorry if you went away
You said i wouldn't be happy without hell to pay
You said the teardrops would fall
Between the bedroom walls
You said that i would regret
Well it hasn't happened yet

Your friends come over and offer to take me to eat
They all seem so sorry i'm sufferin' so much misery
They said to just give a call
Next time that i start to crawl
I always say yeah, you bet
But it hasn't happened yet

I don't have anyone
I'm havin' fun
No one is into me
No one's a mystery
I see you on the street
My heart don't skip no beat
Lovers' hostility
Don't mean a thing to me

I find it hard to remember the good times we had
Call me insensitive now that it's over i'm glad
You said when big shadows fell
It would be too hard to tell
My light from your silhouette
Well it hasn't happened yet