Lick Your Lips

Lick your lips, you can taste
All the wasted embraces coming back but wait
There's a flavour I'd forgotten

There's a twist
All the sycophantic little shits
Getting dizzy dancing round a pit in a misty cemetery

Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Have a seat
Kettle's on
Put your feet up
Take a gun
And I'll be back to clean you up with a sunny disposition

Take offense at the notion of a truth that you can't spin
into something that can prove all your predetermined fictions

Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Keep your stories short and your silence loud
So they don't find out
That you don't have a clue

Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day
Don't mind me, I've got nothing to say
Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day