He's the Brat

Green Adam

He's the brat with the sterilized pitchfork 
He's the singer of the Beachwood Sparks 
He's a dreamy kind of cheesy companion piece 
Who wants to show me where the healing starts 

Beauty is evil 
Immaculate evil, don't you think? 
But I'm lost in the flames of a grand explosion 
Stumbling in the neon groves 

Ladies flock to the overnight discos 
Slamming vodka tonic down their throats 
While your older brothers company publicist 
Is sliding off his momma's pantyhose 

Beauty is evil 
Immaculate evil, don't you think? 
But I'm mopping up stains from a blood transfusion 
Stumbling in the neon groves 

Oh the pleasures of the morning are simple 
But the treasures are the sweetest I've known 
Oh I'm just so excited to look through my new eyes 
The needles are covered with snow 

So take me down to the winterland bombshell factory 
You can hear the mermaids groan 
On the double breasted coconut seashell 
Half wrecked bus to Yankee Stadium 

Beauty is evil 
I like to be evil, can't you see? 
But I'm lost in the flames of a grand explosion 
Stumbling in the neon groves