Boy, boy, boy, boy
Wraps his arm around a skinny thing
Naked around, naked around, naked around
Naked around the middle
She's a sleepwalker with an expensive bag
Cruising cubicles, cash thrills
Cruising and thinking, a cap and hood
Straps hanging down your black legs
Pig, pig, pig, pig
Spit that word out at your best mon
Remember, remember, remember, remembering
All your Sundays come back to haunt me
I like to hurt myself like this sometimes
What you want from me this time
Do you want a spoon
Carrying another wound
Like an addiction
When you caught your affliction
I'm in a rage, I'm in a rage, I'm in a rage
I knew I refused to hand it over
Burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me
I know what's going to happen next
Stooped at the next table, touching the lips with love
OK, now it's clean you can look
Clean, clean
There's something chromium
Tattooed dad is getting dirty
In her tight thing
Booze
Off with your head, off with your head
Your razor wire beauty
You're going straight, you're going straight, you're going straight
But sometimes you gotta show them
I like to hurt myself like this sometimes
What you want from me this time
Do you want a spoon
Carrying another wound
Like an addiction
When you caught your affliction
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