Thought Industry — The Squid lyrics

Lyrics

I) Dancing with Elvis in Cyberspace
She walks beneath a presley stare. Swivel hips a smile. Pissed on morning charm.
Shaves her head with a lawnmower. Her toenails painted Jesus blood.
Her facial cake is mud. Chloroform and girl. Strolled to the barstool,
grabbed the pole. I heard her saying «As I was walking. Yes, I was talking
looking for the sunset to give me nothing. I will hold you tight.
Five drinks later, stumbling in the moonlight.»
Club stupid is a ginger house. The bar a welfare line I think we’ll start with
gin. Then to scotch with a soda chase. Slide across the marble floor.
Through a pair of doors. Volvo release a purr. Back on garbage. A you-turn.
I will hold you tight, eight drinks later speeding in the lamplight
The squid I say I am the world. Swank as heat my style. Polished wingtip. Whirl.
Stiletto sticking hairspray curl. Sixty-two a year for you. Drinks and drugs
go round. My mind a razor blade. Rusty maybe, but fair today
I will hold you tight, ten drinks later dangling on a clothesline
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«I'm still waiting for Ron Wood to join us on this
One.» — Crossoverture