Cold War Dream

I heard the air raid siren, so I leapt out of bed

And I fell off the roof, and I broke my head

Down on the street, heard the sandwich board roar

Thank your mommy and daddy, 'cause they drafted you in this war

And death is a salesman, he makes it look good

You know I've shopped in that window, more times than I should

And in the best scene of the movie, I'm told, everyone gets to be young and they let everyone grow old

We're all graverobbers, just a son of a bitch

Everyone my age only wants to get rich

Ten thousand naked popstars with clubs crept into my room just to finish the job