Well, there's an old man's fantasy
Put in a young girl's mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick

Smeared on her wedding dress
Will you look what you've done to her
Will you look at this disgrace

Well, it's all over
Your suffering face


If we were chrome, we would be rusty
If we were thirst, we would be quenched
You don't need the same old rivet gun

You need a brand new wrench

Someone to pull you down on the ground

And cover you with kisses
Once I was the jewel of your heart
Now I'm only semi-precious


But if I seem so preoccupied
It's just my alibi--I'm all broken up inside

Even the words of love seem cruel and crass
When you're tough and transparent as armored glass
I prepared a bed for you


Then I sprayed perfume
Upon the wilted roses

That I'd scattered 'round the room
You came in gentle as a lamb
And turned into a terror

And you left your love and other threats
In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror


Well, it's an old man's fantasy
Put in a young girl's mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick

Smeared on her wedding dress
Will you look what you've done to me
Now you've put me in my place

Oh, it's all over
It's all over
It's all over

Your suffering face