Tongue on Fire

With your crooked smile and your parted lips and your tongue on fire and your acid trips I have slept in gutters and coughed in the sand, I have seen your lover in the frying pan Oh, baby f*ck me down I seem to have lost myself You know I won't be around You had no thoughts to unload your head This old town ain't got no more room left for the dead We grew old and lost our friends so we laughed at the angels in your dead end Oh baby f*ck me down I seem to have lost myself You know I won't be around With your crooked smile and your parted lips and your tongue on fire and your acid trips