Runaway Trolley

My sister thinks your new boyfriend looks fifty She put it better than I ever could She thinks the game you play is rather nifty I guess you call yourself misunderstood Do-do-do-do, do-do Do-do-do And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time In your run-down beach house And I hope you sleep out And never reach out We were stuck on a runaway trolley And it was either gonna kill one of us or five others So you pulled the brakes down Man, I hope you stay down Cyanide can help you raise a devil It plucks the unibrow from off your face And you could never really get up to my level You couldn't even join the human race Do-do-do-do, do-do Do-do-do And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time In your run-down beach house And I hope you sleep out And never reach out We were stuck on a runaway trolley And it was either gonna kill one of us or five others So you pulled the brakes down Man, I hope you stay down When the mark on the ministry man is faded And the cab for the criminal's armour-plated When you ask for a mineral and get sedated It's cessated Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time