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You and Eye got a Screw loose
Whos to say who's the arsonist ?
Who's the accelerant in this pyre?
Maybe it was those green eyes
Gazing within the lunatic asylum
As opposite attractions drawn
Moths dancing the flame
Beneath the spoon
All that's left to say
I got nothing better to do
Than to get fucked up on you
Baby I'm not a heroin girl
Cocaine cowbell speed freak
Baby gotta confess
It's oblivion I seek
Hand in hand riding the lighting
Prescription pètes pleasure cruise
All the while pickling a liver or two
All that's left to say
I got nothing better to do
Than to get fucked up on you
All that's left to say
I got nothing better to do
Than to get fucked up on you
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