Prime Time Deliverance

The red, red lips

Of some secret solution

Central Intelligence Agency

Has a file that's a mile longer than peace

She's naked on the phone

Watchin' them back

No eyes, just their stupid grins

They long to be liberal mannequins

And in their tiny room

They eat Chinese food

And they don't call their wives

'Cause the girl in the window is

Pressin' her breasts up against the window pane

The guy they're after on the floor below her is

Cuttin' cocaine, higher than the building

A one way trip

Whoever though she'd miss

The in's and out's of oxygen?

The darkest side of the biggest goddamn ride

Ever been on

Her mother loves that show

Even though she never gets the answers right

It's easier to play along

Sometimes more than bein' wrong

They found her in her room

Wearin' a pink bunny suit

Sour cherry lipstick

Hangin' from the closet door

Her eyes were wide, maybe to despise

Maybe just to look into your

Headlight, morning glow

Headlight, morning glow

And this is it, this is it

Prime time deliverance

Prime time deliverance

And this is it, this is it

Prime time deliverance

Prime time

That you have and you hold

If you have then you hold

That you have and you hold

If you have then you hold

That you have and you hold

If you have then you hold

That you have then you hold

She says, the best thing you can do

Is hang around awhile