Sick & Beautiful
All the world's your ashtray, I'm just your Marlboro.
Light me up then butt me, you're sick & beautiful.
It's Bambie meets Godzilla, a 3-D free-for-all. Set me up then stomp me, you're sick & beautiful.
Squeeze me like your lemon, then mix with alcohol. Shake me hard then down me, you're sick & beautiful.
You're gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
I need a quick fix, I'm flashing like an instamatic, crusted like a worn out penthouse, your junk is habitual, you're sick & you're beautiful.
Bounce me hard & dunk me, I'm just your basketball. Lay me up then heave-ho, you're sick & beautiful.
Peel my bandage slowly, it's psychological.
You're napalm with novocain, a kite in a hurricane.
I need a quick fix, I'm flashing like an instamatic, crusted like a worn out penthouse, your junk is habitual, you're sick & you're beautiful.
Leave me in a ditch like roadkill, or maybe we could switch the driver. Have some mercy and Kevorkian me to sleep.
You're cockroach with cabernet, but taste like a milky way. You're gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
I need a quick fix, I'm flashing like an instamatic, crusted like a worn out penthouse, your junk is habitual, you're sick & you're beautiful.
- Artificial Joy Club