Nice people made the best Nazis. My mom grew up next to them. They got along, refused to make waves, looked the other way when things got ugly and focused on happier things than ‘politics.' They were lovely people who turned their heads as their neighbors were dragged away. You know who weren’t nice people? Resisters.
Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes? 'cause I've spent the night dancing I'm drunk I suppose If it looks like I'm laughing I'm really just asking to leave This alone you're in time for the show You're the one that I need I'm the one that you loathe You can watch me corrode Like a beast in repose 'cause I love all the poison Away with the boys in the band I've really been on a bender and it shows So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?