When the lovely lunatic clocked in to take over your soul,
Love is gunmetal gray and smoking your wet dream.
She is lean as methamphetamine and feeling so mean,
she is going to take away your gasoline and matches.
She will then set fire to your ass and stomp on the ashes.
Then she asks
what have you learned?
Well I like fire.
I want to see the flames grow higher.
I really like rum because it leads to delirium.
I want to see the world turn
one more time as I burn.
You have to hold on tight
when molesting an alligator.
It takes more than luck
to whip old Darth Vader.
Money is the best disease
and if you sleep with dogs,
you will end up scratching fleas.
Revenge is best
when served sour
and humming birds fly on flower power.
Oh and lunatics are lovely covered in red.
While Love is just a bitch,
I would like to see dead.