"Guards" lyrics

The guards at the concert
Are guys I'd never go out with
I mean, their eyes are so vacant
Well, that's what they're picked out for
Well, they don't like us to dance
They stand with their legs outstretched in their welcoming pants

We're very childlike and airy
I look for fun shelter
I hate for people to scare me
On the bus, I act hurry
Well, 'cause, these guys are my edge
But bigger goons that get paid in that backroom office

Ah, this fun shelter
Eh
Ah, this fun shelter
Eh
Ah, this fun shelter
Eh

The guards at the concert are guys I never go out with
I mean, their faces are stupid
Well, that's what they're picked out for
Well, they're no fun in the backroom
They don't know where to go after all that [?]

Ah, this fun shelter
Eh
Ah, this fun shelter
Eh
Ah, this fun shelter
Eh

With myself, with myself, with myself
With myself, with myself, with myself
With myself, myself, my-my-my-my-

[?]
Eh
Ah, this fun shelter
Eh