I haven’t had the guts
No I haven’t had the balls
To tell you all about
The thoughts I can’t keep out
Don’t want to fall asleep
I don’t want to fall asleep
I’ve been running out of ways
To kill all of the sheep
She’s been coming in my head
There’s a devil in our bed
I cannot keep her concealed
And I can’t shake that she ain’t real
She tells me that you’re dead
That you just picked up and left
And knowing that she lies
Doesn’t dull her piercing eyes
When the moon has come and left
She’s still fucking with my head
Dragging me into bed
And never letting me forget
She’s always coming in my head
There’s a devil in our bed
I cannot keep her concealed
And I can’t shake that she ain’t real
As my consciousness slips
I fall into her grip
We drink the devil’s blood
Inducing psychedelic trips
She’s got oceans in her hips
And linos in her tits
And when you’re lying in my arms
She’s still tugging on my dick
Wet dreams
It’s not easy coming clean
But my urges can not wean
I used to fight and now I fiend
Wet dreams
She’s always coming in my head
There’s a devil in our bed
She tells me that you’re dead
That you just picked up and left
And knowing that she lies
Doesn’t dull her piercing eyes
When the moon has come and left
She’s still fucking with my head
Dragging me into bed
And never letting me forget
Wet dreams
It’s not easy coming clean
But my urges can not wean
I used to fight and now I fiend
Wet dreams
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