This place is slowly waking
The people quieten down
They're crawling to work but they're sleeping
No one is passing out
And the policeman hangs his hat up
And spits into his grave
Cause when the lights go off there's no work for him
There's nothing he'd rather do except escape
For innocence it's your place to go
Where the sun don't shine and the tears don't flow
I'll take the quick life
If it's out of touch
And for your end-life, it's overtrod
Your feet get sandy and your head comes off
I'll take the quick life if it's out of touch
Cards and numbers do her just fine
She lives alone and wastes her time
Her slow life seems so much to me
Smelling wine and eating meals for three
And I feel so violent speaking out
But I can't handle the wedding gown
The stagnant life by the riverside
Not knowing if they'd care
If I died
For innocence it's your place to go
Where the sun don't shine and the tears don't flow
I'll take the quick life
If it's out of touch
And for your end-life, it's overtrod
Your feet get sandy and your head comes off
So I'll take the quick life if it's out of touch
Out of
Touch