Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks

When the smaller picture
is the same as the bigger picture
you know that you're fucked
And you're trading paper cuts for splinters
you're out of luck

Like sharks don't sleep
and I don't take my eyes off you
The architecture's shit
and my cheeks are all ready and bruised

And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams sweet cheeks
O tomorrow, o tomorrow, o tomorrow

All these mercy killings have got my conscience spinning over (taking advantage)
And the buildings or neighborhood is lacking in soul character (Psychology montage)
We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits
Playing feedback over tannoy systems
You look desperate! You look pathetic!

And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest

And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest

And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams sweet cheeks
o tomorrow, o tomorrow, o tomorrow

And it hits as hard as a blow to the head
or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest
And sweet dreams sweet cheeks
o tomorrow, o tomorrow, o tomorrow

One blink for yes
Two blinks for no
Sweet Dreams sweet cheeks we leave alone x10