Apocalypse Hoboken - Troubling The Mood Lyrics

Not a woman
Not a man
I'm gonna miss those boys
Want a woman
Want a man
I'm gonna miss those boys
Lazy eye she had
Another stupid fan
I'm gonna miss those boys
Lost and lonely
Just troubling the mood
Like an engine
Fire engine
I'm gonna miss those boys
Stormy angry at cloud kids goodbye
I'm gonna miss those boys
Not a minute
Waste not a minute
I'm gonna miss those boys
Lost and lonely
Time is money
Just troubling the mood
Wasps and wet napkins
Picnics at the reactor
A would be want to be weak for weeks
Force fed and well read
Sand has a life of it's own
Passion still bleeds us all
I could fall asleep for days in your mouth