Saturated, mass overhaul
Inspected, underneath the bedroom wall

No lightbulbs, sympathy
Hang along with everything
I wanna lie

You want
Love and affection
I crave your endless attention
Why can't we leave on a motorbike?
It's only a matter of weeks before I learn to drive

Because Janie wants another war
Not a zombie but you want more
Hang your head
And hang out with me instead