Perfect Time - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

What is a cold blooded mad man to do

With a smile across his teeth and attached full of goo

And it cuts through my junk and smash up my eyes

And sings like a song before you die

Sunny day shooting breakfast beheadings

Lunchtime wartime Armageddon

God tell me what to do

It’s a perfect time for love

Never a punk

Smile so wide

Never have teeth

Sing so much sky

And smash up my junk and screws up my eyes

And sings like a song before you die

Mountaintop chokings afternoon rapists

Primetime wartime I can’t take it

God tell me what to do

Is it time for love?

Whatever colors you wear

They are gonna bleed someday

Some rainbow day

We’ll have the perfect time

Skipping hugging laughing singing

Dancing romancing spinning singing

God tell me what to do

It’s a perfect time for love with you