Foreign Exchange

If the mirror lies then who can you trust
The painting on the wall is so full of torture
Indigo, yellow, ultra-violet, paint by numbers, count with me
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and then repeat

Oriental snack mix like a far-east bag of tricks
A honey-glazed appetite for consumption
The crowd is chanting "Free the squatters!"
The riot police with full-on headgear

Just like junior high
Just like a meeting of the minds in a foreign exchange
How quickly we change

A head-case scenario, a blank look from lotharios
A pumped-up, hydraulic-equipped Cadillac from the barrio
"Run" say the children, but frankly I'm a dull one
I freeze in my tracks and she rides her bike into the attack

It's like a meeting of the minds in a foreign exchange
How quickly we change