Time & Place

Go

You got a lotta nerve coming round this place

If you're a pretty boy, you've got to save face

And it's all wrong

Turn around

Let's get it on

You've got a lotta curves past your gate

Life in the future tense is so much weight

Space is the emptiness, nothingness, between two things

But the space in your heart, baby

Generates your pain

And it's all wrong

Turn around

Let's get it on

I realize you're like a bummed cigarette

Suicide in slow motion

You're such a drag, all that's left is a decent butt

Your promises are smoke I see you inhale

And it's all wrong

Turn around

Let's get it on

Turn around

Let's fuckin' get it on