Night Reconnaissance- The Dresden Dolls

Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
God'll forgive them, I guess, but whose side are you on?
Driving around the old town, I remember it all
Dropping my lunchbox and tam-pax all over the hall

(And they said) you are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes
You are a satanist worshiper of things evil
Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh
A volleyball player, you've got to be kidding us all

So we hide from the cunts on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn

No-one can stop us, this script is a work of genius
No-one has bought the rights yet, but we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club

Mary, you look like hell
Stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and God's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and God's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh

("Hollywood!")

And we hide from the cunts on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn

One plays a socialist cokehead, we dress in my clothes
One plays a satanist worshiper of thing evil
One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke

And we hide from the cunts on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawns

And we give them good homes, give them love they've never known
In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born
In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born (oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born (oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-ooh, ooh)