Lyrics
So this is where bad habits go to die?
«Strung out on their knees in some fucked up alley»
Yeah, that’s the line, right?
And you’re the right girl to ask about lines, right?
So old friend: meet me on the fire escape
Because I’ve seen enough of this doomsday culture
To last through the next five summer’s cold wars
I want to see all of your rows of teeth
And who can suck the most blood
Impress me Impress me No, you can never have enough of the masses
Scared to death of your wrath
Nobody’s on the hook but somebody’s gotta hang
Hang
Twist in the wind