Songtext von His Perfection

Paul kicks up trash on a dirty street. A few pages dance away in the wind. They cause a deep breath and a lusty sigh When he compares them to his rosalind. Early on roz was a sight to behold, And she always made him feel like a man, But paul thinks time's been cruel to her form The way the ocean wears away at the sand. Chorus His perfection is a neon light. It stains his flashing eye. And the after-image in his head at night Is nothing but a lie. He wants his world to be a perfect one, Says she no longer fills his needs. So he crams her into iron clothes, And gives her steel bread dough to knead. Chorus His perfection is a neon light. It stains his flashing eye. And the after-image in his bed at night Is nothing but a lie.