Adult Nightmares

Yar, she blows! The tin bucket's tipping Tryna sneak a peak before the curtains thicken Slick, silk linen Gets the blood dripping Hoist up the flag before the clock starts ticking Oi! I've got a vision Of horsemen visitin' Burning up the earth with her heart still in it Hurtin' something bad when my hearts not in it Digging up a grave just to put spit in it Hold your horses, the hour hand's twisting Our hands touch, my spine starts twitching Drink a lot of poison 'cause I'm fed up living "Live, laugh, love" on the wall in the kitchen Body is a dog it needs a walk when it's timid Graveyard watches and she yearns from a distance Quicksand sorrow is a sweet thing to sink in Stuck in a stew without a pot to piss in