Horrorscope

HORRORSCOPE all i want is a horoscope to tell me candy lies i'll walk around with a bar of soap and futuristic mind then get shocked by a neon sign, you know this could be true just turn around baby when my skull is full, i don't think about my heart, it's true, it won't beat for you cuz my skull is full but i get lonely on the weekends minefields and air strikes can all just wash away i'll pay crooks and sign deals if just to own today now here you come and here you go i'm running out of breath when you turn around, baby, make sense cuz i get lonely on the weekends when the truth serum sinks in then the big big questions