Burnt my house down in the morning just to inhale the NDF fumes
They steamed up, teamed up and roared as I told them it’s worse breathing you
Crystals, chisels and thistels
Was all that I had left at hand
Boy, you think your heart’s gone
Then back comes the hurt
Of actually giving a damn
But what can you do man, she loves it
And she’s got to have it
Well the blue skin in the evening, we can work it out
Without facemasks of failed past, we can work it out
If I just knew what to do with your love
I tried to chisel out what she got herself into
When she found out she could have the cake and eat it too
But you know man she needs it
And she’s got to have it
And with more flawed glory than the western world
Beyond land mines and train times, we can work it out
If we just knew what to do with our love
If you ever get a feeling and don’t leave it in your ashtray
I’ll be outside the bar where we broke our own hearts with a marlboro red on thursday
Phillip Morris says it’s only for women and niggers
But you know I love it
And what you gonna do when you need it
And you gotta have it?
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