Bloodlust

why can’t we rearrange the tectonic plates? there’s another painted woman at the foot of the stage blue eyes, black thighs, you don’t give a damn as every cheek in this room prepares to give you a hand cheap beer and moonlight were never enough and every time i cried wolf, you had to call my bluff you’d start to call me more fashionable names i chipped my teeth on our wedding day bang, bang, bang goes the front door and bang, bang, bang goes my heart to the floor you’d be a liar if you settled for more oh, these are the plights of the ever unsure if we do this your way, it’ll never be through we’ve got a lot to say and even less to do bloodlust is the ticket and contrition is fraud you’ll have a hell of a time crawling back to the start build me a cradle and make it swing deep and you can tell all the neighbors that i just went to sleep you’d be a liar if you settled for less so just cut off my hands and watch me try to undress