Walking Disasters

She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floorBut now she's always wastedA total looker, but she's jadedThe kind of shivering wreck that I adoreI can't offer you a rescueI can tell you what I'd doI'd tell my mother that I love her dearlyAnd tell my father that I need him back againAnd if these words wont drop from your lipsI will be your freudian slipAnd flowers might wilt when we walk pastAnd self-help might help when it makes us laughOnly finding questions in answersYou and I are just walking disastersYou and I are just walking disastersYou and I are just walking disastersShe only finds her love in a downtown scoreConsumption makes her strongerShe's the sweetest anacondaThe kind of lack of respect that I adoreI cant offer you a recuseBut when you've lost all that you have left to loseI'd tell my mother that I love her dearlyAnd tell my father that I need him back againAnd if these words won't drop from your lipsI will be your freudian slipAs sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheelYou be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drillAnd what we'll never want, we'll always needRight now we need some pop psychologyTo keep us up-beatSo tell your mother thatyou love her dearlyAnd tell your father your won't lock him out againAnd if these words wont drop from your lipsI will be your freudian slipAnd flowers might wilt when we walk pastAnd self-help might help when it makes us laughOnly finding questions in answersYou and I are just walking disastersYou and I are just walking disastersYou and I are just walking disasters