I’m Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket
Choke, try to wash it down with something strong
Dry but the taste of blood remains
Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars
My, how they start to look the same
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
"Let's go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, it's cold outside
No, no more eyes to see the sun
You slide into bed while I get drunk
Slow conversations with a gun
Mean more than I've ever said to anyone
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
"Let's go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, let's go inside
It'll be alright
But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables
Almost fought some bitch at the club
Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes
Well, fuck, what am I supposed to be, impressed?
You're just another set of bones to lay to rest
I guess it’s time to say goodnight, I hope you had a really good time
Good time
I’ll soon forget the color of your eyes and you’ll forget mine
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
"Let's go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Let's go outside
It'll be alright
But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables
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