You Dress Up For Armageddon

Hey, believe me,

I have seen your sort before

You're all over history

Like dust on the kitchen floor

Tell me more



Your lips are moving,

You go on and on and on

You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod

But don't swing it at me

Cuz it's not for me, no I disagree



Cuz I heard you before when you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding

You dress up for Armageddon

I dress up for summer

Yeah!



Hey and now you got their attention

You know, you gotta keep 'em believing

But as a matter of fact, what they believe you're not

Believing no more

Tell tell tell tell tell tell more



I hear you're one in a million

Tell me more

But there's a million of you

Tell, tell me more

You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod

But don't swing it at me

It's not for me, no I disagree



Cuz I heard you before wehen you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding

You dress up for Armageddon

I dress up for summer



Who is that man with the microphone?

Today he is here but tomorrow he is gone

But I disagree



Cuz I heard you before wehen you said

There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding

You dress up for Armageddon

I dress up for summer



You feel tortured and filled with regret

You say life is void of meaning

Are they not sick of you yet?

Man that's such a, man that's such a bummer