Beyond ability and control
We could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase
parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street
about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies and puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud
and fashionable ways
Yeah, get down, get down, yeah
Can I get a witness
This I gotta see
Bring it in one more time for me
Bring it in one more time for me
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
