Cyclops

What you try to do to me? 
It seems to come so naturally 
How you annoy me 
How you destroy me 
And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone
But don't mind me
How's it fair, I'm a magnet for psychos 
And pretty riddles keen on me 
You can lightly sling 
Into my open heavy loving heart
First touch and kissy kissy 

Slash-back razor days 
The boys not to behave 
Oh they're like hoodlums 

Sick of themselves 
And sick of their slums 
Give everybody a gun 
And put it on the television 

That's Reality TV, I'd pay to see 
Not lobotomized celebrities who want to be 
Want to be the 
Wow, money's the church, fame is the steeple 
Everyone on the telly indoctrinate the people 
Now I say though

What you try to do to me? 
It seems to come so naturally 
How you annoy me 
How you destroy me 

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone 
But don't mind me 
And chased by a cyclops 
No ships I see 

I owe more than I know to faces
Who never show the places off the hood 
It's understood and obvious tomorrow 
Free bags full of sorrow 
First touch and kissy kissy 

Slash-back razor days 
The boys not to behave 

Everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone 
But don't mind me 
It's not fair, I'm a magnet for psychos 
And pretty little riddles keen on me 
You can lightly sling 
Into my open heavy loving heart 
First touch and here you are 

Where they put the cyclops 
That's where they put the cyclops 
That's where they put the cyclops 

What you try to do to me? 
What you try to do to me? 
You make me happy