Naked in the bathtub, sitting on the porcelain
Waiting for that little hurricane to pull your torso
And the water don't run; just drips like rain
Still drips like a painkiller drips to the veins
Fill it up with a bag of that happy stuff
Cause the way she runs out you can tell she ain't had enough
Good times goddess, my goodness
Goth fingernail polish autopilot footprints
With a smile that's stitched to the fabric
Of bedtime tales that keep them kids out of the attic
The mouth of madness, loud and manic
The motive of the word, hold it south on the atlas
Picture a hole, put your hero in
Envision the goal, now zero in
Been watching your night train track for the last few stops
With no desire to hop in
How did we end up in your apartment?
Pocket full of gossip says this ain't smart
When it's all said and done can't hit restart
But I'll be damned if I don't wanna kiss you...hard

Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
Ain't got nothing but too much to lose
Lost in the rush, don't know what to do
That drug got you like I want you
Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
Ain't got nothing but too much to lose
Lost in the rush, don't know what to do
That drug got you like I want you

I've got a restraining order against Satan's daughter
And I keep it at the bottom of this Jameson