Motel Connection Queen Of Sugar
When less than nothing
seems to be just enough
the steel of pleasure
keeps on hunting your heart
the girl in the picture
turns a smile into dusk
When less than nothing
seems to be just enough
the queen of sugar
nails down on your back
the circle of glasses
turns your ghost into black
I'm back
at the start
sure that i'm out
of time
I cry my eyes out
tiny angel
i crawl up the wall
too late
When less than nothing
seems to be just enough
the steel of pleasure
keeps on hunting your heart
the girl in the picture
turns a smile into dusk
When less than nothing
seems to be just enough
the wings of morning
nail down on your back
the breat-eating flowers
turn your ghost into black
