World War 24

Porcelain doll

Your mother runs an antique shop

She takes some stuff, I take a lot

We sleep all day

Slow responseI'm feelin' like an afterthought

I guess I'm kinda lost in space

And London's okay

She don't even ask what time it is anymore

Dressed up like its World War 24Sugar sweet

She loves it when it hits her teeth

The river hides the carousel

In London, oh well

Coma comesLike bullets from a candy gun

Delivers us into the sun

Of London, my love

She don't even ask what time it is anymore

Dressed up like its World War 24And if we get too high

We'll burn this town

We'll burn this town

We'll burn this townOh, baby, bring me down

Oh, baby, bring me down

Oh, baby, bring me down

Oh, baby, bring me downI'm all yours

I'm all yours

I'm all yours