Hate to think
what would happen if I started to drink like you
maybe I would
loosen up
so pour me another gin.

Guzzle down
my neck will burn
and as we kiss
and I'm sick in your mouth
I know you want more
Lick my open wounds
and add some ice
and choke on my sick vice
Oh God, the lights are on.

Trapped in bed
as the poison slowly creeps
and stops me dead.
I should have known
better than to cave
into such fantasies.

Guzzle down
my neck will burn
and as we kiss
and I'm sick in your mouth
I know you want more
Lick my open wounds
and add some ice
and choke on my sick vice
Oh God, the lights are on.

I feel better
now I've seen you
but deep inside
my bones feel like timber
And I am shaking at the tension
And I will shudder at the mention.