Sweet Things

Sweet Thing Oh, sweet thing We're like two British bros [?] hatefully imbibing the notes through our nose The hate is just love in the emperor's clothes Sherri/Chérie You're still my family Sweet thing Party divides The balloons pop The cake rocks Debate til we die Both sides Don't you [don't you want me?] Can we die happy? This winter I'll be born alive When I show the girls how to be anglophiles Goddammit, I'm scared to leave So tell my Jew ass When I come home, will you wait for me? 'Cause sweet thing, I'm on your side Where you go, I swear I'll ride I'm the thorn in the side Of the dragon you chase through my mind Oh, sweet thing I'm on your side I'm on your side Oh sweet thing When I yell from my room "Flame on!" Do you hear me? I may be burnt out soon I try to breathe Would you breathe with me? God, I'm so thirsty You think you need a drink? I'm so thirsty You're not my You're not my Molly You're my ecstasy No bridge Though the tune is true I [will?/would?] build one between us Need a pink one built by you I'll sing with this fucked guitar When the [words see?] your altar you're left with the Scar [X6] Oh, sweet thing I'm on your side [?] The thorn in the side Of the dragon you chase through my mind Oh, sweet thing I'm on your side Your side I'm on your side I'm on your side WOOH! Oh, sweet thing