You Cut Off All Of Your Fingers


Trade Them In For Dollar Bills


Cake On Some More Make-up To


Cover Up All Those Lines


Wake Up And Stop Shaking


Don't You Want Some Of This?


Don't You Need Some Of This?


You Take But Cannot Be Given


You Ride But Cannot Be Ridden


Pinch This Tiny Heart Of Mine


Wrap It Up In Soiled Twine


You Never Read What You've Written


I'll Be Your Lover, I'll Be Forever


I'll Be Tomorrow, I Am Anything When I'm High


Don't You Want Some Of This?


Don't You Need Some Of This?


You Shove Your Hair Down My Throat


I Feel Your Fingers In Me


Tear This Bitter Fruit To Mess


And Wrap It In Your Soiled Dress


Now You Must Spit Out The Seeds


(chorus)


All Dried Up And Tied Up Forever


All Fucked Up And Dead To The World...