Sex is currency
She sells cars, she sells magazines
Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands
With the hopeless nicotines
Everyone?s a lost a romantic since our love became a kissing show
Everyone?s a Casanova, coma and pass me the mistletoe
Everyone?s been scared to death of dying here alone
She is easier than love, is easier than life, is easier to take and smile and
Bribe
It?s easier to leave, is easier to lie
It?s harder to face ourselves at night, feeling alone
What have we done, what is the monster we?ve become?
Where is my soul
(numb)
Sex is industry, the CEO of corporate policy
Skin deep ministry, suburban youth, hail your so called liberty
Every advertising antic our banner waves with a neon glow
War and love become pedantic, we wage love with a mistletoe
Everyone?s been scared to death of dying here alone
Sex is easier than love