Enon

doors get a love and the ones get sliced
dont make the first dried least and the rename course
well lets go back to where we started from
a story with a trail of crumbs
i was stellar then today
dont make up a rename
ive done so gone to waste
lets start well travel into the weekend home
the times are wicked with the native numb
generation feel OK
to your prison
to a Bordeaux
so say OK
the centurys over
pay up, you know youre stayin
the boys are gonna
theres no one to blame
statistics honor
attentions are overrated
theyre either buyin
gimme gimme that thing
doors get a love and the ones get sliced
dont make the first dried least and the rename course
shes spurting adult with the blood and gore
its like shes speaking from an open sore
cancella-communique
shes a double-wire-crosser
another broken cup-and-saucer
with a kiss and disarray
split it with a razor
itll be on the way
it doesnt matter
sink it, youll never save it
the boys are gonna
theres no one to blame
correct-a-rama
save it, but dont mistake it
there is a motto
baby baby dont you bring me no shame
the phone rings but you wont get through
[ Native Numb Lyrics ]