They hit you with their papers when you're living 

on loan. They're the ones who say nothing when you

answer the phone. You see them in the alleys when

you're passing late at night, but you tell your friend

to check it and there's no one in sight. 

I never wanted it

I never asked for it

I surely didn't sleep with them

If the phone rings, don't answer it



Death is their only way to survive

The neck of Anubis strangled by wire



They hold their eyes in their fist

One is fire . . . one is ice

They roll them across the bed like some loaded dice



7 come 11 but I could not stay

I kissed her eyes on the sheets

I took a bus to yesterday



Their flesh is a cemetery, centuries old . . .

You are free as a lap dog

Just do what you're told



They wear spandex and gloves

And feed on fetus flesh

They're the fashion rage

Of the empirical age



But I never wanted them

Never asked for them

Didn't sleep with them

Please don't answer it



Death is their only way to get high

The neck of Anubis strangled by wire



They say, "I'll live for your sins

If you will die for mine . . ."



I'll summon the darkness

If you buy the wine



They're all underage

Yet they're a thousand years old



They make you feel so clever while you're being sold