I am at night an undertaker

I do thy dirty work for thee

And after doing, ask this question,

"What in the hell are you to me?"


Push, push, push

Silly bugger

You're a vagabond

Yeah, yeah

Get you out of this town


You are at best distorted pleasure (pleasure)

Between the lipstick and the rouge

Too bad my instinct has been sleeping

And let your thoughts become my food.


[Repeat Chorus]


Expect short measure in your payload

I'm through with working out with thee

I'm on my way to higher places (places)

Don't need the hole that you've been saving just for me.