please don't tell us till tomorrow
and while the barbecues are burnin'
must be the fault of global warming
and they're sneaking through your door
in this psycho-circus town
makes tempers rise with the killing of the sun
perverts are taking suburbia
something has got to give
do it with the lights out
the streets are full of neanderthal men
how can we make the grass grow green again?
lock all your doors and close all the curtains
if they get in they're gonna leave hurtin'
perverts are on your case
is there safety in numbers
do it with the lights out
the streets are full of neanderthal men
how can we make the grass grow green again?
lock all the doors and close all the curtains
if they get in they're gonna leave hurtin'