Released on December 16, 1998

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She's my baby, she is a ray gun

Kissing my spaceship, kill me for fun fun

She is my sunshine, my only sunshine

Painting my blue sky yellow with jaundice

(She's temp, she's temp)

She got a special place for you

(She's temp, she's temp)

Underneath her favorite pair of shoes

Suicides are fed

Modern love rises like bread

Playing catch with living skulls

Hurry up, somebody's dead

We're still alive

She my baby, she got the big gulp

Devour my soul food over and over

Trouble breathing, my world is strangling

Lovely gorilla, she's strictly hands on

(She's temp, she's temp)

She's into nucleo and nucliete

(She's temp, she's temp)

She makes me feel like I am hovering

580 meters over Hiroshima, Hiroshima

Just a piece of sun

On your skin, I burn a home

Lying lotion soothes the pain

Peel me off before I fall

Modern love rises like bread

Playing catch with living skulls

Hurry up, somebody's dead

We're still alive

She's to blame, she seems a bit insane

She likes it when it rains all day long

Happiness is knockin', but she cries

Then turning out the light, she runs at night