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lyrics
Death orders a drink.
“Something pink
With cherries and a sugar rim,” he says
“Make sure its sweet.”
He grabs his wallet
From his shirt pocket
And two gold teeth
Clink in his empty glass.
He rattles them and laughs.
An older woman
In a stained sundress
Sits down right next to Death and says,
“You got some fucked up eyes
But they seem wild.”
Death takes off his glasses
And smiles as she flashes
A big bag full of blow.
Saying, “Tonight’s so slow.
Wish this place would explode.”
He says,
“I, I am not your kind.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“You’ll see when you see me in the light.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
He puts his glasses back on
Sees a lighting bug blinking,
Flipping around in her hair.
He flicks it on the bar and stares.
She says, “I never see these things.
Not around here.
Not this time of year.”
Then she drowns it with her beer.
Death’s face lights up
As she plucks
Each of its struggling wings
And says, “I hear they’re all dying.
City light’s too confusing.”
Death’s crooning:
“I, I am not your kind”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“You’ll see when you see me in the light.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
He looks at her dress. Thinks about wearing it. Tearing its seams.
Stretching it on his fat body till the stain settles over his heart.
But there’s other relics in the trunk of his car.
Countless years of collecting. Keeping his favorites close.
This filthy flower print dress would fit in nice, though.
He drains his cosmo and says, “It’s been a pleasure but you gotta know.”
“I, I am not your kind”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“You’ll see when I feel that it’s your time”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
“Come on, baby, lets have some fun.”
And what she said echoes
“I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting.”
As he drives away
“I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting.”
Fly squirming in a web
“I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting.”
As he drives away
“I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting.”
Puts a blonde wig on his head
“I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting.”
As he drives away
“I’ll be in the bathroom, waiting.”
Laughing like a pig squeals
As he turns around
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