Yes ma’am I think I will
Nail me to the darts and drink the ink
Boil the room in your clouds – contagious hazes
Kockamayme jim-jams oodle from your lips
Nail me to the darts and drink the ink
Boil the room in your clouds – contagious hazes
Kockamayme jim-jams oodle from your lips
Another drink, another dollar
Bottling mischief for merchants and maniacs
And End of Day madmen at the end of their days -
(but also the guys who think they’re coming.)
What about the End of Days?
I’m a child of the Night!
Bottling mischief for merchants and maniacs
And End of Day madmen at the end of their days -
(but also the guys who think they’re coming.)
What about the End of Days?
I’m a child of the Night!
Kiss me on the right now, beautiful
Taste me on the pint – I taste like a crystal chalice
It’s murder alright.
Lips at the bottom of an ash – under beautiful eyes
Murder in the middle of the night.
Taste me on the pint – I taste like a crystal chalice
It’s murder alright.
Lips at the bottom of an ash – under beautiful eyes
Murder in the middle of the night.
Yes ma’am, I think I will.
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