Healing is difficult
Often results in psychosomatic
I admit to enjoying drugs
They get rid of tension, boredom and static
Hate those adverse sideeffects
Forcing the people who love me to scatter
Excuse me for being such a hypocrite
The way I see it really doesn't matter
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Why do you cock your head to the side
When you look at me
Why are my skills in bed
More important than sanity [x2]
To tell you the truth
I can't believe I love you so much
So much in fact that I don't know whether to weep or wind my watch
I have a sick sense of humour
It amazes me how many points it scores
I'm addicted to vice
My best friends are pushers, my boyfriends are whores
[Chorus]
Simple to see why I breathe
No one bothers me completely [x2]
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Waking up next to you
Your morningbreath reminds me of Lucy
The flies in the frontroom
Buzz round my head and try to seduce me
If I contract illness
The last thing I want is to pass it to others
Fucking leaves guilt pangs
When I start forgetting the names of my lovers
[Chorus: x2]