Ironiclast

You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spellThe cold sex and the boredom sellsHeatseeker, pull the curtain downThe death pangs and the wedding vowsThis trash is fucking contagiousIt runs through every inch of my veinsTurn the music off, pull the covers downThe death mask is a bridal veilYou're so cool, you snuff out all the verveYou don't feel much but you've got every nerveTell the kids, boyWhat's it's like to be stoned?Like I don't knowOh, I knowI've got a right to knowI've got a right to knowI've got a right to knowI've got a right to knowSnake charmer going out through the trapdoorThe black sheep the lost boys are waiting forFashion martyr, walk the catwalkYour knees buckled from the weight of the crossThis trash is fucking contagiousIt runs through every inch of my veinsTurn the music off, pull the covers downThe death mask is a bridal veilYou're so cool, you snuff out all the verveYou don't feel much but you've got every nerveTell the kids, 'boy, would you like to beLike I don't knowOh, I knowI got a black cloud above me tooAnd I got lungs to matchThis trash is fucking contagiousIt covers every broken inch of my bonesTurn the music off, pull the covers downThe death bed is the marital tomb, so cold