Testo: Harlequin Jones. Zombie Vampires From Hell.

This is what Ive got Ive gotta make the most
So ruthless resilient and reeling from all around
With so little left its hard enough to breathe
Much less lead the savage life of who turned out to be
Whats left to do
But beg for milk and scraps
This cats all over town
Beggin for touch through trash
There will be time for sleeping when theres room for breathing
And right now im running with guns to get money
To buy back the beauty I sold short cuz I couldnt see
What was right in front of me
Its not up to me so im letting this go
The noose round the neck is now simply a rope
The fish are still swimming, the dogs still do hunt
But as for me I gave up on love
Whats left to say
When all the doors close
This cats all over town
Taking off his clothes
Im not this desperate I just play it on tv
Turn on the cameras it comes marching outta me
Your wish is what I want ill take it on my knees
Dont worry baby it feels better the more it bleeds
Id give you anything to make you happy
Whatdo you want, what do you need
I swear to god id give you anything
Is it sex is it blood is it drugs is it money
Fishnets and lipstick on some redlight district
Do you fancy a fetish that would let us avoid
Reality and just enjoy?
Maybe its all wrong, baby its all wrong
But if you dont object, how could I
There will be time for sleeping when theres room for breathing
And right now im running with guns to get money
To buy back the beauty I sold short cuz I couldnt see
What was right in front of me
If give you anything to make you happy
I could never love you
But im a cup
So drink and drink from me
Till there is none