from the album 'The Snake Eats Its Own Arse'
There's nothing like a beautiful woman with a death wish.
Shank: Bass, Bass, Bass, Bass, Bass, Drum Prog and Vox, vox, vox and vox.
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Best Wishes
She’s an excellent chain-smoker
A fair to average drinker
Her conversation is loaded
It’s just one for the thinkers
Her dealer is coming over
He’s a smorgasbord on legs
But at this time of morning
We’re sure to get the dregs
She’ll be dead before she’s thirty
I won’t attend the ceremony
But I’ll send her my best wish
An adept at morphine magic
A chemi-crazed conniver
If we run out of supply
We could hit up her saliva
She busts her veins on this
Gives her lungs another hit
Her mind a backward twist
It’s time to buy her bliss
She’ll be dead before she’s thirty
I won’t attend the ceremony
But I’ll send her my best wish
At her best when her mascara
Is running wet lines to her lips
She cackles like a witch
If you’re a stranger, she’s a bitch
She’ll be dead before she’s thirty
I won’t attend the ceremony
But I’ll send her my best wish
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