Electric Six - We Use the Same Products lyrics
[Electric Six - We Use the Same Products lyrics]
Ours is not a sweet love
Ours is not a flame that
Burns like heaven so nice
Don't look in my eyes or I'll tell you twice
It's really complicated
Ours is not a sweet goodbye
So use your heart like a homing device
And tell it to me later
Suddenly there's no "There, there"
And you're throwing me another blank stare
'Cause we use the same products for our hair
For our hair
Ours is not a sweet lullaby
Ours is not a dream that
Falls on innocent eyes
Consider mulling over my sage advice
And get a new computer
Ours is not a home sweet home
Ours is not a street that leads to paradise
So hard to breathe with my balls in a vice
I really should be going
Suddenly neither one of us cares
That the rules are so unfair
'Cause we use the same products for our hair
For our hair
Ours is not a golden age
Ours is not a time that
Will be remembered as wise
So hang your heads and watch as it dies
And lose my phone number
'Cause we are made of passing dreams
We are here to entertain a sick deity
To procreate with a demon seed
But, I swear it gets better
Suddenly the man upstairs
Comes down to get some air
And we hope he likes what
We've done to our hair to our hair
(One two three four, one two three four)
(One two three four, one two three four)
(One two three four, one two three four)
(One two three four, one two three four)
Ours is not a flame that
Burns like heaven so nice
Don't look in my eyes or I'll tell you twice
It's really complicated
Ours is not a sweet goodbye
So use your heart like a homing device
And tell it to me later
Suddenly there's no "There, there"
And you're throwing me another blank stare
'Cause we use the same products for our hair
For our hair
Ours is not a sweet lullaby
Ours is not a dream that
Falls on innocent eyes
Consider mulling over my sage advice
And get a new computer
Ours is not a home sweet home
Ours is not a street that leads to paradise
So hard to breathe with my balls in a vice
I really should be going
Suddenly neither one of us cares
That the rules are so unfair
'Cause we use the same products for our hair
For our hair
Ours is not a golden age
Ours is not a time that
Will be remembered as wise
So hang your heads and watch as it dies
And lose my phone number
'Cause we are made of passing dreams
We are here to entertain a sick deity
To procreate with a demon seed
But, I swear it gets better
Suddenly the man upstairs
Comes down to get some air
And we hope he likes what
We've done to our hair to our hair
(One two three four, one two three four)
(One two three four, one two three four)
(One two three four, one two three four)
(One two three four, one two three four)