French Bacon

Have you heard about the new sex, new sex

It's a reason to be nicer to you

I see you putting on the Brand X spandex

Everybody needs something to do

And now I'm living in the middle of your street

Living here with aplomb

She gets a sneak peak at the meat she's gonna eat

She's a time bomb, time bomb

And now she's living in a shack on the firing line

With a fridge filled with French bacon

Mouthing all the words of a famous lie

For which she's commonly mistaken

I know her

I knew her

I knew she couldn't hang

And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line

From a device of her own making

I'm never good enough at saying all the right things

Sometimes I say too much

Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings

Dying and desperate

For your touch

And now she's living in a shack on the firing line

With a fridge filled with French bacon

Mouthing all the words of a famous lie

For which she's commonly mistaken

I know her

I knew her

I knew she couldn't hang

And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line

From a device of her own making

Nobody's all bad

Nobody's all good

Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could

They define forever

Define forever

Define forever

Define forever

Define forever

And now she's living in a shack on the firing line

With a fridge filled with French bacon

Mouthing all the words of a famous lie

For which she's commonly mistaken

I know her

I knew her

I knew she couldn't hang