Patriarch On a Vespa

Promiscuous makes an entrance
Her mouth is full of questions
Are we all brides to be
Are we all designed to be confined
Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them

~Ah~ah~Ah~ah~Ah
Organize our lives and lose the key
~Ah~ah~Ah~ah~Ah
Our faces all resemble dying roses
From trying to fix it
trying to fix it
trying to fix it

When instead we should break it
We've got to break it before it breaks us
Fear of pretty houses and their porches
~Ah~ah~Ah~ah~Ah
Fear of biological wrist watches
~Ah~ah~Ah~ah~Ah~ah
Fear of comparison shopping
~Ah~ah~Ah~ah~Ah~ah
Dogs on leashes behind fences barking
~Ah~ah~Ah~ah~Ah~ah
Pretty little pillows on floral couches
~Ah~ah~Ah~ah~Ah
Until our faces all resemble dying roses
Stop trying to fix it

Patriarch on a Vespa
Runs a red and ends up
Crushed under the wheel