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
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