You're bad for me Like Cigarettes. But I haven't sucked Enough of you yet. Nothing is sacred, And nothing is true, I'm no-one that's nowhere, When I'm here with you.
I've lost the power I had to distinguish Between what to ignite and what to extinguish.
I blew in last night, I'm the ghost from the coast. When the lighting is bad, I'm the man with the most. You left me to choke, On a heart up in smoke, Smiling through your tears, And your tetracycline overdose.
You're good for me Like coca-cola. I don't get any younger, You don't get any older. Everything's sacred, And everything's true, All this is possible, When I'm here with you.
I've got a lot to say, But I won't speak with my mouthful. I'd like to spit it out, But I keep my own counsel.