Lyrics: No Cure

In the half light
Strength of a whip crack
Against some chair like girl in lingerie
What’s good for the prince is good for the queen
The dogs of paradise dream in colors
Blue and green

Adam wanted the apple in his mouth

Yeah she tastes like soap
And she bleeds listerene
And her mind is a road of shards of glass she says
Life ain't nothin but a nice piece of ass once in a while
And she’d smile
With a sidelong glance at the depths of despair
And say, You know sometimes
I kind of like it down there

Adam wanted the apple in his mouth

Look at you, standing there in the corner in your dark sun glasses
Looking like some fucked up version of a collective confusion
Stuffing cotton candy in every orifice of your body
And prostrating yourself at the feet of every Goddess who opens her mouth and says
“Ah baby, you make me so happy”

Adam wanted the apple in his mouth

In the half light
She was a goddess
And he was not a parasite

There’s no cure for what you’ve got
There’s no cure for what you’ve got
There’s no cure for what you’ve got
There’s no cure for what you’ve got
There’s no cure for what you’ve got
There’s no cure for what you’ve got
There’s no cure for what you’ve got