Letras
Girl in cult, strawberry blonde
Lift her wig then she was gone
Call her him like a punk or a nun
Hoping that it would be fun
Making claims of rare and perfect vision
Turn over all personal decisions
The girls and the boys who aren't in cults
Trying to never become adults
A bearable man in a terrible band
Ain't it strange, in its presentation
A uniform disguise
Sitting there with his million-mile stare
Nothing behind the eyes
Making claims of rare and perfect vision
Turn over all personal possessions
The odds and the sods mixed up in cults
Toiling away with bad results
A bearable man in a terrible band
Making claims of rare and perfect vision
You'll not find need to have to make decisions
The bearded man says he loves you true
He's thinking the band loves just on you
Terrible man in a terrible band