Amphetamine Annie-dog
Has her leash and a face
Her velvet spleen, her shackle spine
Her diamond curse, it comes with mineA vessel she for violent I
Confession arms a wake
Mine, mine you were always mine
Possessed by my tasteAnd below the angel dog
Combs her hair and sings her psalms
The bombs go off, she doesn't notice
It all goes wrong, she sets things tragic
She is Venus, she is Mars
She's electric and the struggle ofUpon my face we leave no trace
But in her stomach Mercury aged
She holds the blood, she carves the knives
She digs the wives in our babiesAmphetamine Annie-dog
Pulls her trash and her stories
From place to place and bed to bed
Gives of herself and the magnet headAnother floor, another ceiling
Counting stars with double meanings
Is it wrong to be swallowed whole
To disappear in her
To give to her the priceless peace
Of giving up controlWe tumble out into the streets
And Annie-dog she drags her leash
Pretty face, ugly mouth
Bitter bred and so releasedAnd by the no, and by the yes
Annie goes if you couldn't guess
A simple man, a sycophant
Her elephant with the laughing call
She wants clean sheets and fresh flowers
And dental shots and the Hong Kong glueAmphetamine Annie-dog
Has her leash and a face
Songwriters
William Patrick CorganPublished by
CINDERFUL MUSIC