sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate I must exterminate the lucky hunch and guilt I win my lottery My fingers need a bath he moves around and licks she chokes her dying breath and does it in my face her sticky druggy sticks to my more waiting flesh it doesn't number mine for my last kiss to taste for my last kiss to taste that I know it is wrong but I'm waiting to see how very long I can keep up the pace ----------------------------------- Another Version I think you're stoned yeah well I sniff with much shit he keeps me tall with lies of those less fortunate I must exterminate well lucky continue win my lottery my fingers need her back he moves around her neck she chokes her dying breath and blows it in my face her sticky druggy sticks to my more waiting flesh it doesn't number mine for my last kiss to taste for my last kiss to taste but I know it is wrong but I'm waiting to see how very long I can keep up the pace