Is nothing sacred, and shouldn’t it be?

Are businessmen women like me?

Should’ve seen what she gave me on Christmas Day

Talkin' shit about the new frontier

How the music is chill as fuck in here

You were all about the free beer

The clientele’s queer credentials

Was that a baby-blue Carrera careering through the amber earlier?

Was there a cover you’d like me to play his dealer, Cecilia?

Is nothing sacred, and shouldn’t it be?

Are businessmen women like me?

<span begin="40.618" end="44.019">Should’ve seen what she gave me on Christmas Day</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="44.056" end="46.657">(Daggers)</span></span>

The man on my treadmill stands real still

The man in my mirror runs for the hills

Is nothing sacred?

<span begin="55.746" end="57.981">Should’ve seen what she gave me</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="57.132" end="59.682">(Daggers)</span></span>

Does it taste like what you’re eating

Has been chewed by some poor kid before?

Does it keep repeating?

Why do you keep eating more?

It’s like you’ve fallen in love with a culture on fire

Hot weather, night terrors

Eat the crow, grow a feather

Is nothing sacred, and shouldn’t it be?

Are businessmen women like me?

<span begin="1:31.393" end="1:34.844">Should’ve seen what she gave me on Christmas Day</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:34.745" end="1:37.511">(Daggers)</span></span>

The man on my treadmill stands real still

The man in my mirror runs for the hills

Is nothing sacred?

<span begin="1:46.485" end="1:48.668">Should’ve seen what she gave me</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:48.003" end="1:50.702">(Daggers)</span></span>

And it hit me while I was driving

That you might be my bedouin

We might stop time

We might stop time

We might stop time if we just stop moving

And it hit me while I was driving

That you might be my bedouin

Is this the easy living?

Am I half forgiven?

We’re wilting white lilies living in Middle England