What is a cold blooded mad man to do
With a smile across his teeth and a chest full of goo
And it cuts through my junk and it smash up my eyes
And sings like a song 'fore you die

Sunny day shootings
Breakfast beheadings
Lunchtime wartime
Armaggedon
God. tell me what to do
It's a perfect time for love

Never a punk smiled so wide
Never have teeth seen so much sky
And smash up my junk and iy screws up my eyes
And sings like a song 'fore you die

Mountaintop chokings
Afternoon rapists
Primetime wartime
I can't take it
God, tell me what to do
Is it time for love?

Whatever colors you wear
Oh, they gonna bleed someday
Some rainbow day
We'll have the perfect time
Skipping, hugging, laughing, singing
Dancing, romancing, spinning, singing
God, tell me what to do
It's a perfect time for love
With you