Abandon My Toys
Standing on the edge of someone's shadow
I put my hands above my head
But I got several mannequins in my bed
So what do I do? (Take the high road)
Teenage alien blues (Take the high road)
Oh, no, no
Can't stand the truth
I threw my mind out in the garbage yesterday
Whether I'm on drugs or not, I'm brain dead, either way
So what do I do? (Take the high road)
See you making out (Take the high road)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
Can't stand the high road, baby
If you want some of my love, darlin'
You can walk to my house, babe
I will stand up for my rights
From Jesus Jones and all his parasites
They're doing testings on mice
In a psychedelic chromosome device
I will stand up in my mind
And tear your heart right down
The current state of our minds
In six or seven years won't matter
I will stand up in my mind
And tear your heart right down
And realize the future is now
Oh, but it just gets so hard
With both feet on the ground
I could make you my own
But now you're down
I could make you my own
But now you're down
Now I've got a sweetie
Who knows just how to treat me
But everyone's talkin' 'bout haircuts
No, no, everyone's talkin' 'bout Jesus Jones
Give it up, give it up to teenagers
Give it up, give it up to teenagers
Give it up, give it up to teenagers
Give it up
Baby, I want you, I want you
Baby, I want you, I want you
Baby, I want you, I want you
Baby, I want you, I want you
I put my hands above my head
But I got several mannequins in my bed
So what do I do? (Take the high road)
Teenage alien blues (Take the high road)
Oh, no, no
Can't stand the truth
I threw my mind out in the garbage yesterday
Whether I'm on drugs or not, I'm brain dead, either way
So what do I do? (Take the high road)
See you making out (Take the high road)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
Can't stand the high road, baby
If you want some of my love, darlin'
You can walk to my house, babe
I will stand up for my rights
From Jesus Jones and all his parasites
They're doing testings on mice
In a psychedelic chromosome device
I will stand up in my mind
And tear your heart right down
The current state of our minds
In six or seven years won't matter
I will stand up in my mind
And tear your heart right down
And realize the future is now
Oh, but it just gets so hard
With both feet on the ground
I could make you my own
But now you're down
I could make you my own
But now you're down
Now I've got a sweetie
Who knows just how to treat me
But everyone's talkin' 'bout haircuts
No, no, everyone's talkin' 'bout Jesus Jones
Give it up, give it up to teenagers
Give it up, give it up to teenagers
Give it up, give it up to teenagers
Give it up
Baby, I want you, I want you
Baby, I want you, I want you
Baby, I want you, I want you
Baby, I want you, I want you
Credits
Writer(s): Sam France, Jonathan Rado
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