Final Solution Lyrics

Well, the years flew by like a lullaby
Living in ecstasy
We were drinking hallucinogenic tea
My love was a flower
My life flew by like a ladybird shower

He said he'd be a rockstar
He promised me poetry
But life kicked in
He couldn't stand the monotony
So he escaped to a place where life wasn't so hard
He could masquerade and live a facade

But the rockstar's dead
And the poet's gone to prison
He can't get out of Cyberland
She won't give him permission
He gets out his pesticide
She grabs her cyanide

Oh baby, he said to me
What am I to do?
I said don't you dare

Come running to me, yeah
I'm not your final solution
Or some concrete constitution
I've not been waiting for some fallen angel

She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels
And her propaganda's not washing with me

Well life in your box, I bet it started off easy
You didn't have to face all the horrid bits of reality
'Cause I was still there
To bring you tea
And you pretended to care

But the bubble has burst
She's dependent on your masquerade
Her claws dug deep
With promises of a mercy killing

But this suicide butterfly
She's never gonna die
'Cause he won't use his pesticide
And she'll never say goodbye

But the rockstar's dead
And the poet's gone to prison
He can't get out of Cyberland

She won't give him permission
He gets out his pesticide
She grabs her cyanide

Oh baby, he said to me
What am I to do?
I said don't you dare

Come running to me, yeah
I'm not your final solution
Or some concrete constitution
I've not been waiting for some fallen angel

She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels
And her propaganda's not washing with me

He reaches for his pesticide
But she just grabs her cyanide
Oh, he grabs his pesticide
But it's not working
It won't work

So baby, he said to me
What am I to do?
I said don't you dare

Come running to me, yeah
I'm not your final solution
Or some concrete constitution
I've not been waiting

She's a female resurrection of Joseph Goebbels
And her propaganda's not washing with me

Oh, why don't you grab your pesticide
And pour some cyanide?
And baby
Why don't you toast the morning sun?