Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress
It`s the best thing money can buy
Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air
I think that I`m jazzy like Christ
One more cigarette and the car burns slow
Burning like the body waiting at home
Throw out your teeth and call all your friends
Someone`s coughing took away my breath
Inches of glass all shiny and new
Screaming laughing fucks me to death
One more boy full of writhing white mice
Rolls over again in a London disguise
The blood bath woman in room number one
Sex-eye-make-up tonight
She just woke up today to do as she`s told
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