With her bright red lipstick on
Chest out like a proud son
Everything covered in form
A strangled lust was thrown
To float into death alone
You miss the things that turn you pink
But those deeds can’t be touched
Neither can you
Nor speak it straight
A shriek that ran out of gas
Prompts yawns you try and hide
Why wait for death
When you can achieve senility
I love you so much but I just might run out
It all means so much but never matters enough
Dreams of wearing Mother’s pearls With her bright red lipstick on Chest out like a proud son Everything covered in form A strangled lust was thrown To float into death alone You miss the things that turn you pink But those deeds can’t be touched Neither can you Nor speak it straight A shriek that ran out of gas Prompts yawns you try and hide Why wait for death When you can achieve senility I love you so much but I just might run out It all means so much but never matters enough Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/p/pile/mamas_lipstick.html
