her father is a gunslinger (or so i've been told)
that explains more than you'd expect or even care to know
while youre pushing some crystalline tropane alkaloid into your bloodstream from the back of the speaking hall
but nobody here is innocent
so line up the nosebleed seats and roll up the foreign currency
ill make you feel alive if my bank balance allows
ill make you scream out into the night before it is through
ill make you hazy, lazy, crazy
no rules, no god, no friends
just the night and its long dead ends
so let the lights go out
and kiss me on the mouth
to keep all of my secrets from pouring out
you make me feel like love rose fumes straying into the ether-
dizzy
