Where Boys Fear to Tread

Candy cane walks down
To build a bonfire, to break my fall
My baby, my sweet thing
Just maybe we could lose ourselves this timeKing of the horseflies, dark prince of death
His tragic forces are heaven sent
In sweet things, in a lover's breath
In knowing this was meant to be the lastA go-go-go-kids, a go-go-go-style
A suck, suck, suck kiss, a suck, suck, suck smile
As always, in young need
A veiled promise to never dieOn dead highways, the black beauty roam
For June angels, so far from home
For a love lost, a faded picture
To tread lightning, to ink the lavender skiesGet on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belongGet on, get on, get on the bomb
Get back, get back where you belong
Get on the bomb