Curse of the Frontier Land Songtext
von Game Theory

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