Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil
Holler downstairs while I drive

I want to watch you buttercup
Comming through the fog

Dying of boredom, I'll try it all

Sixteen olive
Skin bound by a voice

I don't want to go
But I want it well
Atleast you fucking care

Dying of boredom, I'll try it all

I'll be faint like a crook
It looks and feels great
But look at what it's doing to you
But that's ok, look how it feels