Game Theory Curse Of The Frontierland Lyrics

Curse Of The Frontierland Lyrics

Lost to your mascara, I used to like your eyes

Still got your looks I
guess I'm tired of what it all implies

A year ago we called this a good
time

Nightmares of love affairs, who cares why?

It's five A.M. and
we've got everything we want

And I say don't look now

Taking it
while we can

Curse of the frontier land

It's no big secret, folks
insist the sickness goes too far

German genius, Paris jet-set breaking
down our door

They talk about us like we never tried

Old-moneyed
ballroom corpses

Fuss and whine

I don't like quiet rooms but I just
can't take that sound