Tekster: Pop Will Eat Itself. The Looks Or The Lifestyle. Pretty Pretty.

A endly wave each morning, starting the day
Neighbor, next door is only just a footstep away
Neighbor, you're pretty lucky to be alive
Hey pretty, pretty, you're barely alive, man, look at me

Candy colored clown they call the sandman
Hey pretty, pretty, I'll send you straight to hell
I'll send you love letters like a bullet, like a bullet
I'll send you straight to hell, straight to hell

I'll bring you lipstick kisses, forever in dreams, lover
I'll send you love letters straight from my heart, fucker
You're pretty lucky to be alive
Hey pretty, pretty, you're barely alive, man, look at me

Candy colored clown they call the sandman
Hey pretty, pretty, I'll send you straight to hell
I'll send you love letters like a bullet from a gun