Panic in Four Minutes, Pt. 1

Ah! Double bubble disco queen headed to the guillotine Skin as smooth as Steve Mcqueen Let me be your killer king My touch is black and poisonous And nothing like my punch-drunk kiss, I know you need it Do you feel it? Drink of water, drink of wine Finders keepers, losers weepers You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now You move in circles hopin' no one's gonna find out But we're so lucky, kiss the ring and let 'em bow down Lookin' for the time of your life I'm taking back the crown I'm all dressed up and naked See what's mine and take it Oh yeah! Where will you be wakin' up tomorrow morning? Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Are you nasty? Are you nasty? (Finders keepers, losers weepers) I love her anyway, oh yeah! Out the back door, goddamn, but I love her anyway Oh, well imagine As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor And I can't help but to hear No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words I chime in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality I chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the godd-n door?" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of All my friends are glorious Tonight we are victorious Say what you mean, tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign, I want to believe, ah-ah-ah-ah