So close your eyes, your Christ is gone
The cripple boy that you once knew
The charm to make my chosen oneThe painted lips, skin ripped and torn
Come touch the feel and lick and smell
The scent of what I've worn so wellEverybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in timeSo drink me in like tainted wine
Go back down on my shopping cart
And taste the dreams that are known to mineA simple word, a homeless glare
That binds me with the finished thread
And brings me down to pleasures bedEverybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in timeYou will be the first to ball
And the feeling will be told
We are moist silverMorphine may be spinal ground
And you rest into my breast
We are moist silverA giant poised, the feel regrets
A jouvious cure, a complex thrill
A memory I won't soon forgetWashed out main to low ones drive
The touch the feel and lick and smell
The earch that only you could sellEverybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in timeYou will be the first to ball
And the feeling will dissolve
We are moist silverMorphine may be spinal ground
And it's smothered into my breast
We are moist silverTake,take it all this time
Oh, who do I want to followEverybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in timeYou will be the first to ball
And the feeling will dissolve
We are moist silverMorphine may be spinal ground
And it's smothered into your breast
We are moist silver, silver
Silver, we are moist silver
Silver, we are moist silver