Airstrike On Your Forehead

Six cars in the driveway

I do believe it will be business inside

Cold smiles for our lovers' first impressions

We descend with a whistling sigh

We find the epicentre

Marked with an x and a terror suspect

It decayed every decade we spent

Lies like a dog with a cartoon bone

Now I try to deliver myself

You have another lover

Airstrike on your forehead

Bullseye on your baby's brow

Father's in the firestorm

I want to make your mama proud

(-A proud, -a proud)

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend

Cause he was looking at me like whoa!

Yeah right before the kitchen was a dust bowl

And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how

Everything just coming through the windows

And half the street was under my nails

It's like we're sitting in a faraday cage

When the lights all failed

Eyes on the roof of my mouth

I discover that it's going to be hard

See, sinners, how the shockwave shimmers

It's a real spanner into my works

I think I kicked the bucket

Kneecap cracking, stick a feather in your cap

And it's another string on your bow

Earth's shiver, just an arrow in your quiver

We can all share the crater, the roof

There was an apple on it

Lucifer, you're landing

(Landing, a little landing)

Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink

(Cross-hairs, a little cross-hairs)

Barbed wire in the bathroom

(Barbed wire, a little barbed wire)

I can't make new memories since

(-Ries since, -ries since)

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend

Cause he was looking at me like whoa!

Yeah right before the kitchen was a dust bowl

And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how

Everything just coming through the windows

And half the street was under my nails

It's like we're sitting in a faraday cage

When the lights all failed

And now everybody gotta go hungry

And everybody cover up their mouths

And I haven't seen the body count lately

But looking at your faces, it must have been bad!

And if everybody answered their phone calls

But people say the army's on fire

It's like we're sitting with our parachutes on

But the airport's gone

You're deviling, you're deviling

Airstrike on your forehead

(Everything is different now)

Bullseye on your baby's brow

(Everything is different now)

Hummers in the fast lane

(Everything is different now)

I want to make your mama proud

(-A proud, -a proud)

The coast is a new shape