Clamor - p.s. junket '82 Lyrics

What's shaking in the new year?
It's a soft sun at the poolside
She's my blonde assassin
In her space shoes
And Bananarama
On her Kuwahara
Let them daydream instead it's a safe retreat
Because inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets
Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really loves those pills
She's on the pawnshop junket and then she's off to the greyhounds, man
Hey look who's here rocking up in nylons
Splash your hair around
I recite the sagas at the massacre
His recessive genes hide cannibal designs
He's your Tarzan in formaldehyde
Let them daydream instead of summer escapes
You were born on the Sweetwater banks but it's your sour heart that I taste
Venus loves the anarchy and in a piping hot teenage dream
She split the scene with an eclipsing wink in a tank top and Jordache jeans
(Hey, look out)
Hug your pillows because she's in love again
She likes his hairline, he likes her daughters
And now they're moving like, like young mourners
It was a massacre in the daylight
Let them daydream instead it's a safe retreat
Because inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets
(You're innocent I bet you are)
Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really loves those pills
She's on the lam with a matchstick man and they're headed for Jacksonville
Hey, look out