The Lucksmiths - Remote Control Lyrics
Twenty-five year old teenager steals every sceneHe's got wrinkles in his foreheadHe's supposed to be younger than meHe's a rebel with a clauseHis contracts guaranteedHe’s filthy rich and he’s squeaky cleanThe beautiful ugly girl frowns for a whileBut I'll give her half an hour before she's wearing a smileA few home truths in a telephone boothHer lipstick and her liposuction, new hair styleRich little poor girl smiles at meAnd her conscience shines as white as her teethIt's yellow below, it's decaying beneathToo much apple pie and ice cream and not enough to eatMother and father are so understandingThey never get upset and they never get angryHome sweet home is sickly soI'd like to throw the switch on the nuclear familyIt's right against wrongGood against evilPerfect problems for perfect peopleRemote Control