[Intro] - x2 [Verse 1] Like the toupee on a fading fame      The final whistle in a losing game    Thick lipstick on a five year old girl         It makes you think that it’s a plastic world   A plastic world and we’re all plastic too Just a couple of different faces in a dead man’s queue    The world is turning Disney and there’s nothing you can do You’re trying to walk like giants but you’re wearing Pluto’s shoes [Pre-Chorus] And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun      Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb The world won’t end in darkness it’ll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun - - [Verse 2] A howling scream in a church asleep And rusty bicycle in an ocean deep      Like an ear-ring on the newly born Strong perfume on a winter’s morn       The world is perfumed and we’re perfumed as well Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell And you can’t breathe the air through the thickness of the smell And you can’t see the hair through the grease of the gel [Pre-Chorus] And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb The world won’t end in darkness it’ll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun [Outro] You say there’s only one God you could do with two or three Your Jesus Christ is hired out like the slag of Galilee Well if Peter is a prostitute then what does that make me [Refrain] There’s only one God there should be two or three One God there should be two or three One God there should be two or three Two or three [Refrain] x2 ...Two or three