loaded tongue and dirty fingers queen of her mother's house come step outside feeling full moon high let's see what we can live without
fix an eye to the dimestore villain waiting for the wine to pour it comes strong and thin and it tastes like sin the love we've all been in before
a million ways to burn . . . I'm just looking out of this old broke window and she's taking a turn I'm looking out of this old broke window and she's taking a turn
her body lies like a landscape before you you're selling your soul by the pound got snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets trade you look but don't see me around
a million ways to burn . . . I'm just standing here on this old street corner and she's taking a turn I'm standing here on this old street corner and she's taking a turn
