Killer in the Streets

You're raising hell on shore

With the widows of love

A new sound from the beaches

Be quiet hear them roar

I got no secrets I got no friends

But I got a hold of you

They say you're trouble I say you're fine

I always crossed that line

Your rose-colored socks

Your sun-bleached hair

You piss me off at times

I don't really care

You drop bombs on my head

You cut me with cheap knives

Make sure I never forget

There's a riot tonight

How a raging love

Can end and no one wins

I hate your delicate smile

Like a thief in the night

With the coming of spring

I jump-start my trip

A trip to behold

A trip I should skip

You'll go first and I'll grieve

It's too much to conceive

In dreams I picture this

The USS Intrepid in the rain

You and I holding hands

While evil runs through your veins

At night they come to make you feel small

Or maybe they don't come at all

I've seen you cry I've seen it all

I've seen your downfall

Was it true or did you make it all up

I'm through I have to stop

Then out of the blue

Like a B52

You drop a bomb cuckoo

And it's over thank you