Van Jets How Many Until Death
Prozac eyes and coffee smiles and
White teeth on a botox face
Chocolate and asprin
Get your kickes
We take the drugs the drugs youth and
Look away sucking on a cigarette
With death in our hands
And life ever grand
So baby hold tight
Inside I’m aching
Outside there’s no outside
In here put of your blues
Put on your skin
And let the song begin
How many until death?
Thirsty and head aching I take 2 3 4
Know I’ll f..ck it up this way
But I’ll do it anyway
O so stiff and stark
So tight and thin a finger on your lips
A finger up your throat
See the stain upon your face
So baby hold tight inside you’re aching outside there’s
no outside
Cut it away with knives and spoons until you’re asleep in
blank sheets and join me to the crowded little bar where
everybody’s dacing till 6 0’clock without losing their
breath…
How many until death
