Modern Species

We can hardly see through all the whiskey.
And we�re stumbling around like the dead.
I�ve conceded that our poison might be better sold in portions, stroll along, turn your head.

(I can see our poison, stroll along turn your head.)

It�s not even air we breathe but gossip filth and manganese your stockings made from vampire�s teeth you�re corsetted and widow�s peaked and.

Oh my soul you look gorgeous

We�re here all the time.

Faintly from the stand they drop the music,
And it shatters on the floor at our feet,
We will spin around the pieces dodging notes like modern species we go swell rhythm rest and repeat.

(I can see your poison, stroll along turn your head.)