It was a kitchen cemetery of poses

Put in a spot of everlasting appeal

Holy water dripping over the roses

It stood me up as I was starting to kneel.

I'm pinging on your radar

It's not fair

I'm shooting up a flare

I'm sending smoke signals through the air

But there's nobody there, no...

And they say, "let them say what they want"

But I'm not going to let you

'cause I'm tired of messing around

And I'm willing to bet you

That you're messing my mind to the ground.

I'm pinging on your radar

It's not fair

I'm shooting up a flare

I'm sending the smoke signals through the air

But there's nobody there, no, not at all.

Aye, aye, aye, aye...

Aye, aye, aye, aye...

Aye, aye, aye, aye...

I'm pinging on your radar

It's not fair

I'm shooting up a flare

I'm sending smoke signals through the air

But there's nobody there, no...

Well if you know me, then you'll never love me

Well if you know me, then you'll never love me

Well if you know me, then you'll never love me

Well if you know me, then you'll never love me

Well if you know me, then you'll never love me

Well if you know me, then you'll never love me.

I'm shooting up a flare

I'm shooting up a flare.

It was a kitchen cemetery of poses

Put in a spot of everlasting appeal

Holy water dripping over the roses

It stood me up as I was starting to kneel.