HORRORSCOPE
All i want is a horoscope to tell me candy lies
I'll walk around with a bar of soap and futuristic mind
Then get shocked by a neon sign, you know this could be true
Just turn around baby
When my skull is full, i don't think about
My heart, it's true, it won't beat for you
Cuz my skull is full
But i get lonely on the weekends
Minefields and air strikes can all just wash away
I'll pay crooks and sign deals if just to own today
Now here you come and here you go
I'm running out of breath
When you turn around, baby, make sense
Cuz i get lonely on the weekends
When the truth serum sinks in
Then the big big questions