Periscope life

Sweet Marjorie she's talking to me

I only say she's right

Knowing her that's the only way not to be here

All night

Sweet Marjorie don't talk to me

Your eyes outshine the stars

Don't break the spell by saying

Love is just a farce

She tells me I don't understand her point of view

And I admit I really think so too

My arguments don't ever seem to reach her

'No politics now, please'- but here we go again

She says "now, this is where we disagree

You've got to open up your eyes and see

To live a periscope life like that

I'll tell you where I'm at

You may be better off dead"

She's so extreme, she won't let me dream

Won't let me love and caress

I'm always told to look around and conclude this

World's a mess

Sweet Marjorie, she's dining with me

I say let's order some food

Although the system's wrong

The menu's looking good

I know the whole world fights and kills and hates

But lady must that always spoil our dates

I can't imagine that the world would end

If I would eat my steak now that it's warm

She says "now, this is where we disagree

You've got to open up your eyes and see

To live a periscope life like that

Or just keep throwing facts

You may be better off dead"

She says "now, this is where we disagree

You've got to open up your eyes and see

To live a periscope life like that

I'll tell you where I'm at

You may be better off dead"