Curse of the Frontier Land

Lost to your mascara, I used to like your eyes Still got your looks I guess I'm tired of what it all implies A year ago we called this a good time Nightmares of love affairs, who cares why? It's five A.M. and we've got everything we want And I say don't look now Taking it while we can Curse of the frontier land It's no big secret, folks insist the sickness goes too far German genius, Paris jet-set breaking down our door They talk about us like we never tried Old-moneyed ballroom corpses Fuss and whine I don't like quiet rooms but I just can't take that sound