W.S.D.

Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill It's sadder than it probably sounds He gets lovely the more he's ill Don't o.d. on him now Dressed as a woman with horrible hair And singing to the parts in town Who goes walking through traffic out there? Don't o.d. on her now Oh is it true what they say about you? Oh is it true what they say about you two? Marriage to me is a hungry son Who wants to push me from the second floor We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag It's sadder than it probably sounds So fucking what if he's licking the bag Don't o.d. on him now Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? Oh, is it true what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two?