world war 24

Porcelain doll
Your mother runs an antique shop
She takes some stuff, I take a lot
We sleep all day
Slow response
Im feelin like an afterthought
I guess Im kinda lost in space
And Londons okay
She dont even ask what time it is anymore
Dressed up like its World War 24
Sugar sweet
She loves it when it hits her teeth
The river hides the carousel
In London, oh well
Coma comes
Like bullets from a candy gun
Delivers us into the sun
Of London, my love
She dont even ask what time it is anymore
Dressed up like its World War 24
And if we get too high
Well burn this town
Well burn this town
Well burn this town
Oh, baby, bring me down
Oh, baby, bring me down
Oh, baby, bring me down
Oh, baby, bring me down
Im all yours
Im all yours
Im all yours