Three boats down from the candy, vacant deck chairs on a floodlit beach |
| Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep |
| Three boats down from the candy, carnal dancer let their senses preach |
It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer |
| Don't think crying wolf will give you the answer |
You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss |
| But can't you just play for experience? |
| I'm a poet, I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I'm a minstrel, I don't need your chains |
| Romance lies in ruin let debauchery reign, let it rain |
Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs |
| Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries |
| You're a memory trapped on Polaroid, a puppet drawn on celluloid |
| So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void |
Three boats down from the candy, I'll remember you |
| Three boats down from the candy, much to much to lose |
| Three boats down from the candy, those words were never true |
| Three boats down from the candy, I'll remember you |
| I'll remember you, I'll remember you |