Profane Trip

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I'm not gonna quit drinking, til my body swells up and dies.
I'm gonna leave behind a corpse that will make you cry,
and you can cut into like slicing a cake and eat me like Christ
Tom Petty in the midnight rain, yeah, wouldn't that be nice?

I'll leave a corpse that will make you cry,
I'll make a corpse with you.

I step over bodies on my way out to the car.
I know I'm in no shape to drive, but babe it ain't very far.
I course through blurred hyperspace like blood in a vein
I kiss you hard just before the crash, 'cuz you're the last thing I want in my brain.

I prefer my bleakness to be unremitting
Do you dig the dark signals that I'm transmitting?
Hey babe, you into desperate love? I've got a warehouse full,
it come from crybaby up above and now I'm dead in your swimming pool

I heard your steps I watched you run away, it left me one eye sad
I knew it would happen one day, 'cuz I'm no good at being bad
Well come on, daddy gonna hurt you now, til I'm nothing left
Some profane trip, casual sex and my psychic death.

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from Sex Headaches, released January 15, 2015

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