ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

The honeymoons over


I think you’re getting used to the taste
Of this spotlight
You try to keep your brains below the waist
’cause it’s all right

We’re all laughing at the Emperor’s brand new clothes
He can’t help it, he’s just letting his feeling show

When the game is up and it’s time for you to go
The honeymoon’s over
Is that all
The truth is out and everybody knows it’s all over

I’d rather have you sitting on my face
If it’s all right (I don’t think so)
And my filthy hands can penetrate the lace
’cause it’s skin tight

You were suckered by a girl in a cocktail dress
Telling everyone the President lost his mess

The game is up and its time for you to go
The honeymoon’s over
Is that all
The truth is out and everybody knows it’s all over

Forgive me
See forgiveness in the faces looking back at you
They understand you put your hands upon, you tell the truth

If they get their way
There’s a one way ticket back to nowhere
Nowhere

You gave it up for what was hidden between her thighs
Now the maniacs cut you down to size

The game is up and it’s time for you to go
The honeymoon’s over
Is that all
The truth is out and everybody knows it’s all over

And outside we’re done
’cause you’re not the only one here who’s done wrong
So don’t cry your crocodile tears
I’ll have one for all your eight tears

2, 3, 4

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