Dangers Break Beat
But enough about me already.
Who needs one more love song to get them through the
night?
Who needs a sucker, a rich motherfucker to croon into the
mic
about a redhead girl with a conman's charm?
Who needs a broken heart?
Who needs another Sergeant Pepper?
Another tearful tune about how good she blows?
Her perfume on your clothes?
How it was too good to be true?
Who needs desperate guys with creative minds who turn
dark cloud girls into something silver-lined?
Who needs string sections?
Sweeping three part harmonies?
Who needs a slow dance?
Love at first glance?
Who needs woe is me?
When there's dead mothers and friends that slit their
wrist.
Who needs kids like me?
Broken hearts beat just fine.
Broken hearts beat just fine.
And even my broken heart will be just fine.
Broken hearts beat just fine.
