Run around the chairs in your sunday dress 

It's the best thing money can buy 

or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air 

I think that I'm Jazzy like Christ 

one more cigarette and the car burns slow 

burning like the body Waiting at home 

throw out your teeth and call all your friends 

someone coughing took away my breath 

inches of glass all shiny and new screaming laughing- 

fucks me to death one more boy full of writing white mice 

rolls over again in a london disguise 

the blood bath woman in room number one 

sex-eye-make-up tonight she just woke up today to do as she's told 

do you want to touch her?