Romantic fool -- yeah, that's the word, fool  I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I think  I'm starting to drool  The more I drink, the worse I feel  I'm talking to the floor and  I'm soaking in my pee  (Chorus)  I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna sing  I don't think that I can move  'Cause I can't feel a thing  Stench in the air, vultures flying up above  Another useless dead thing  I've been killed by love  I've walked those fields of juniper and mist  And my lips are still burning from  The touch of your last kiss  I though you were an angel  And I trusted your embrace  But you turned into a monster  And you spit right in my face  That crafty old jackal ripped my guts out before  The boy with nine lives  I keep coming round for more  My passion was your weapon  It put a blindfold on my eyes  The last sound I heard was laughter  As you buried me alive