HE DINES OUT ON DEATH.
How could he do it?
There's nothing to it
A fistful of pills in a foreign hotel
She left a note calling him
Heartless and ruthless
And wishing him well, wishing him well.
Now he dines out on death.
How could he do it?
Can I live through it?
In this week's chic restaurant
He touches the hand
Of a vapid-eyed girl who once put sweet lips to it
She says, "I understand, oh I understand ..."
Now he dines out on death.
How could she do it?
Let's help him live through it
Say the New York hostesses
He takes it so well
He lends such distinction to her self extinction
Let's throw him a party, he must be in hell.
Now he dines out on death.
LYRICS BY CRISTINA FROM SLEEP IT OFF. PHOTO OF CRISTINA BY CHUCK SILLERY FROM SLEEP IT OFF CD BOOKLET.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.