Remote Control - The Lucksmiths

Twenty-five year old teenager steals every scene

He’s got wrinkles in his forehead

He’s supposed to be younger than me

He’s a rebel with a clause

His contracts guaranteed

He’s filthy rich and he’s squeaky clean

The beautiful ugly girl frowns for a while

But I’ll give her half an hour before she’s wearing a smile

A few home truths in a telephone booth

Her lipstick and her liposuction, new hair style

Rich little poor girl smiles at me

And her conscience shines as white as her teeth

It’s yellow below, it’s decaying beneath

Too much apple pie and ice cream and not enough to eat

Mother and father are so understanding

They never get upset and they never get angry

Home sweet home is sickly so

I’d like to throw the switch on the nuclear family

It’s right against wrong

Good against evil

Perfect problems for perfect people

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