Frost on the door

melts away like butter in the noontime sun

like before

you ape around and fell over cuz you're having fun


it's in your town, it's on your streets

it's in your house, it's on TV

it's in your papers, books and magazines

we don't need no jets or submarines


it's what you want it to be

will it sneak up on me

it's the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real

pass the time

punch a clock with a hammer that you had in line

solve the crime

pinch yourself to find out you woke up and died


it's in the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real

it's in the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real

it's so wrong that it's real


it's what you want it to be

will it sneak up on me

it's the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real


it's what you want it to be

will it sneak up on me

it's the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real


it's in the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real

it's in the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real

it's so wrong that it's real


it's what you want it to be

will it sneak up on me

it's the way that you feel

it's so wrong that it's real