New Body - Papercuts

New paint for the walls

Holding up for so long

New flowers for the garden

When the old ones have fallen

New vines full of grapes

When the old rot away

And you won’t believe it — you’ll love this most of all

New bodies for the old, old guard

New suits for the boys in the band

Familiar eyes on pretty new faces

And it’s the same old dress

Who would you want

Staring back at the table?

Think of all you love

Now you won’t have to give it up

New bodies for the old, old guard

New suits for the boys in the band

Familiar eyes on pretty new faces

And it’s the same old dress

So what will you choose?

Brown eyes or blue?

…and agent orange

Goodbye old face

New bodies for the old, old guard

New suits for the boys in the band

Familiar eyes on pretty new faces

And it’s the same old dress