There must be something we can eat
Maybe find another lover
Should I fly to Los Angeles
Find my asshole brother

Micky mouse has grown up a cow
Dave's on sale again
We kissy kiss in the rear view
We're so board
you're to blame

Raindogs howl for the century
A million dollars at steak
As you search for your demi-god
And you fake with a saint
There's no sex in your violence
There's no sex in your violence

Try to see it once my way

Everything zen
Everything zen
I don't think so
Zen zen zen zen
I don't think so

I don't belive that elvis is dead
I don't belive that elvis is dead
I don't belive that elvis is, elvis is

There's no sex in you violence.