 Those L.E.Ds throw their glow to the potholed ground
Snap shut as they peer out from a collar, he's wearing your lipstick
And drinking from your glass, inside there's a drillshot buzz through the bathroom wall
Taste it from the telephone hear it in the siren wail, write your name –
In cellophane strips,
Across contours of your bloodied mouth
WOO!
See a distraction
Over the black wax
Every movement
Highlights in yellow
From kinky buses to ricket ladders
For a thousand foot tunnel and a world underground
Step out from your heavy breath crouch, breaking to the point – “pleased to meet you”
Take everything she's got and wrap it in plastic wrap it in plastic
Encase it in film and take her fucking back
WOO!
See a distraction
Over the black wax
Every movement
Highlights in yellow
I can see a distraction
That mounts this paramount task
And its said with such sadness
That the thrill is sealed in black wax
This ride, so far,
Came and went, here we are,
When they find you, so far
It'll take a miracle, here we are
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