Moderate Rock

May day, every day, my day
Could’ve had a heart attack, my heart
We don’t know anything, my heart.
We all want something fair, my heart.
Hey!
Hey!
Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyyy! Heyyyyy!
Out of town, out of sight, is my heart.
Queen of lies, today, my heart
One more on the phone, my heart
One more at the door of my heart.
Hey!
Hey!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Mean heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart
Cold heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart — uhhhhhhh!

Moderate Rock…
It’s your enemy, no way!
Get out all the time of my heart
There’s no enemy in my heart
Well I’m sick–a path in my heart
All the time I’ve been fucked–it’s my heart
We’re all also dead in my heart
Oh no! It’s the fault of my heart
Oh no! It’s the fault of my heart
We are…Tourette.