Like a bettor without a debt Like a harlot without regulars When you open the seams underneath the arm Of a starlet without heart: Get in, get in - underneath the gauze Get in, get in - underneath the gauze you always use
Leave it in, or get left alone When you heal, you're on your own
So this is what you've been dying for? Then kill me, fill me Just enough to fall in love
If you want it, pray it Fill your arms to kill the sin You got it, shot it Never leave the arm you always use
Leave it in, or get left alone When you heal, you're on your own If you've got the memory head Then I've got the sensory hand Leave it in, or get left out
Like an old filter splintering cells That can no longer die on their own If you've got the time Then the mercy's all mine New blood in old bottles. . .