now i'm poppin' a few in the morning dew
on a persian bench it's a teenage night
and the vampires are right
and i want to lay my lips on your explosive mouth
picked up kenny at the art-deco deli
and zero is a cat with any automated hat
and i need to be rid of the fantasies i'm hiding
and i want to lay my lips on your explosive mouth
it's a shame for a man to hide all the things
that do survive from his past
when i jump on your horse i gallop the course
and howl like a wolf and i drink up the sky
and i beat on my chest just to punk up the rest
and i want to lay my lips on your explosive mouth
and i want to lay my lips on your explosive mouth
it's a shame for a man to hide all the things
that do survive from his past