Frost on the door
melts away like butter in the noontime sun
like before
you ape around and fell over cuz you're having fun

it's in your town, it's on your streets
it's in your house, it's on TV
it's in your papers, books and magazines
we don't need no jets or submarines

it's what you want it to be
will it sneak up on me
it's the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real
pass the time
punch a clock with a hammer that you had in line
solve the crime
pinch yourself to find out you woke up and died

it's in the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real
it's in the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real
it's so wrong that it's real

it's what you want it to be
will it sneak up on me
it's the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real

it's what you want it to be
will it sneak up on me
it's the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real

it's in the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real
it's in the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real
it's so wrong that it's real

it's what you want it to be
will it sneak up on me
it's the way that you feel
it's so wrong that it's real