Saccharine Trust Drugstore Logic
meet me in back of the drugstore I got the world inside my trench coat I'll give you the sense of well-being that you will never know in this life
meet me baby...
meet me in back of the drugstore I got your desires in a paper bag only I know when and where to give you your fulfillment
check out what daddy's carrying
heel bruises skull, skull bruises heel evil is not when it's between satin sheets little girls like you parade in their bondages and sigh at my sacred scent of freedom
a tormented soul a bought soul a tormented soul a bought soul a tormented soul a bought soul
which are you? which are you? you're my walking candy store
