Singing in the slaughter house Skinny silhouette, with a clarinet Seducing with a strychnine smile Succulent display, what a shame
Sixty something suicides are six feet underground Some how they’re allured, what a smorgasbord
I know it’s rude to stare But you’re eyes they mesmerize me and your tail moves so gracefully I know it’s sad to lose But you’re kisses are so potent that I’m lying here with no breath left to use
Sitting in a stack of skulls The have-nots and the weak have become antiques Strangling the stratosphere Siberia to Spain Such a silly game for you
Shallow dens with sidewalk vendors slipping through the sand Somehow we were faked by a rattlesnake
I know it’s rude to stare But you’re eyes they mesmerize me and your tail moves so gracefully I know it’s sad to lose But you’re kisses are so potent that I’m lying here with no breath left to use
I know it’s rude to stare But you’re eyes they mesmerize me and your tail moves so gracefully I know it’s sad to lose But you’re kisses are so potent that I’m lying here with no breath left to useTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
