Return of the Mom Jeans

She's a designer drug That drives me so fucking high She tastes like hollywood And loves inna way i wanna die She's a scandal God damn vandal She makes monsters run She's a legend Total excess and That women booms like a shotgun You are blasphemy Fucking state of the art Ass kickin' sextasy The cause to fall apart You're a perfect thrill In a frenzy that could kill Be my decay, too I would love to die for you I would like to - die for you I would like to - die for you She's the one that i lit for Neon lightning her name straight And if she needs some more I will serve my head on a plate She is codeine A little obscene In atomic charged love She's a savior On punk behaviour With an old fashioned molotov You are blasphemy Fucking state of the art Ass kickin' sextasy The cause to fall apart You're a perfect thrill In a frenzy that could kill Be my decay, too I would love to die for you