Cold

Gay Girls in Paradise

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::
"Gold" by Spandau Ballet
Lyrics ::
One bacon maple bar
One banana Cronut to go
Two cream puffs with custard and jam
This is my lunch hour
Why not try fried sugar and dough
Rather have a sweet than sour
Oh, but I want them fresh and I want them warm
Nothing left over from last week
Not one you marked as antique
Cold... Your doughs, sir, are cold
Your doughnuts are petrified
Fossilized fritters like rocks
All indestructable
I put one down my pants, and it's cold
Ancient artifacts, not dessert
Always believe in
Doughnuts indestructable
Your doughnuts are cold as ice
Now I am tasting one
I am stunned by the lack of flavor
Someone used Superglue for icing
My face is stuck to glass
You glued my lips to the donut counter
I need them hot, I need them fresh
How can you fail with so much hot burning oil
I should throw it all in your face
But, I am too busy playing bass
Oh, Christ, these damn doughnuts are cold
Your crumb doughnuts are much too mild
They were baked and stockpiled
When Cher was still a child
I want them fresh, I want them not cold
If your doughnuts can't be warm
Order online or walk right up to the stand
No one cares what you do
How 'bout if I kick your fucking ass?
How 'bout I beat you with a rake?
Oh, Christ, these doughs are cold
These doughnuts remind me of death
Relics of Wartime, all indestructable
I want them fresh, I want them not cold
These doughs were cooked on Titanic
Long before the panic
These doughs are cold as ice
I'm gonna kick your ass
These doughs are cold