Veronica's car is like a disease Her hand on the stick She's parked behind the trees That circle the house Where her sister was born October the fourth
A husband and wife With six hundred kids Dissolved in a glass Fingers clutching at her lips Slicked up with the lime You could pour on a corpse With a face like a horse
Their love is like cake Cut four hundred ways Four hundred and one Bite down and salivate The sugar is strong Never mind how it tastes Smear it over you face
Face like a horse (it's no one's fault) Wants a divorce That really hurts Stuck in reverse
Soup kitchen face (it's all or nothing) Latex and lace Freaked out and sharp Four months in hell
Don't hang up the phone Turn out all the lights And lay back in bed Concentrate on my voice I'm telling you lies You'll never forgive I'm telling you lies
