The Final Blast

Now let me tell you how she makes me laugh

It's so curious to me

She had a word with angels in the past

They agreed to disagree

Said woo hoo hoo what a blonde, what a blonde

She likes to know the singer in the band

the attraction of the flame

It wasn't hard to take a moral stand

Right before the Germans came

Woo hoo hoo what a blonde, what a blonde

Look out she's going to make a fuss

Before she turns into dust

A twisted view will do you all some good

Enemy of the middle class

How about a gun to your chest

A little cursed, a little blessed and less is less

It's true

She's crass, she is golden

She wouldn't ask me no advice

I've seen her eyes in mine

She is crass, she is golden

Look out she's going to make a fuss

Before she turns into dust

A twisted view will do you all some good

Enemy of the middle class

Don't put a cherry in the glass

If it's all too much to ask, let the final blast

Come soon

Every single thing is political

There are different shades of black

Don't you ever take it personal

There is love in the attack

Woo hoo hoo what a blonde what a blonde