Jetplane

Hot freaks!

Hot freaks!

She goes out in the garden

And spits on all the flowers

'Cause she don't know how to look after herself

Says, "I'm spending hours and hours and other hours"

He goes out to the afters

Sings with all the cowboys

Steals one of their hats

And then he wears it backwards

Says, "I don't know how to look after myself"

Then he goes home, spending hours in somebody else

He says

"Arrest me, I'm a hot freak

I'm bombastique

Yeah, I'm making modern music in Spain

I'm on the jet plane"

If I'm so hot

I feel so funny now

So hot

(I feel funny now)

So hot

(It's not funny now)

If you're so hot

(It's not funny now)

She lies in all the daisy

Chains, they're more like crazy

'Cause I don't know how to look after myself

Spending hours and hours in other hours

She digs herself a hole in the middle of the ground

Climbs all the way in until the sound dulls down

Says, "I like it more in here with the jokers and the rounds

I ain't ever coming back, I ain't ever coming down"

He goes out in the starlight

Screams he killed the sunset

In the carcass of its corset, says "I am the prince of Egypt

I'm the prince of this heart

Hallelujah"

I'm building up a wall in the middle of my heart

'Til the tongue goes in and rips it all apart

I'm building up a wall 'til the-

Hallelujah (hallelujah)

Arrest me

I'm a hot freak

I'm bombastique

I'm making modern music in Spain

I'm on the jet plane

Arrest me

I'm a hot freak

I'm elastic

Yeah, I'm making modern music in Spain

I'm on the jet plane

So hot

So, so

So hot

So hot

Sick, so hot

So hot

So hot

So hot

Hot freaks!