Airstrike on your forehead

Six cars in the driveway
I do believe it will be business inside
Cold smiles for our lovers' first impressions
We descend with a whistling sigh
We find the epicentre

Marked with an x and a terror suspect
It decayed every decade we spent
Lies like a dog with a cartoon bone
Now I try to deliver myself
You have another lover

Airstrike on your forehead
Bullseye on your baby's brow
Father's in the firestorm
I want to make your mama proud
(-A proud, -a proud)

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
Cause he was looking at me like whoa!
Yeah right before the kitchen was a dust bowl
And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how
Everything just coming through the windows
And half the street was under my nails
It's like we're sitting in a faraday cage
When the lights all failed

Eyes on the roof of my mouth
I discover that it's going to be hard
See, sinners, how the shockwave shimmers
It's a real spanner into my works
I think I kicked the bucket

Kneecap cracking, stick a feather in your cap
And it's another string on your bow
Earth's shiver, just an arrow in your quiver
We can all share the crater, the roof
There was an apple on it

Lucifer, you're landing
(Landing, a little landing)
Cross-hairs on the kitchen sink
(Cross-hairs, a little cross-hairs)
Barbed wire in the bathroom
(Barbed wire, a little barbed wire)
I can't make new memories since
(-Ries since, -ries since)

And I wanna know what happened to your boyfriend
Cause he was looking at me like whoa!
Yeah right before the kitchen was a dust bowl
And tossing me the keys and I can't forget how
Everything just coming through the windows
And half the street was under my nails
It's like we're sitting in a faraday cage
When the lights all failed

And now everybody gotta go hungry
And everybody cover up their mouths
And I haven't seen the body count lately
But looking at your faces, it must have been bad!
And if everybody answered their phone calls
But people say the army's on fire
It's like we're sitting with our parachutes on
But the airport's gone

You're deviling, you're deviling

Airstrike on your forehead
(Everything is different now)
Bullseye on your baby's brow
(Everything is different now)
Hummers in the fast lane
(Everything is different now)
I want to make your mama proud
(-A proud, -a proud)

The coast is a new shape