Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress  It's the best thing money can buy  Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air  I think that I'm jazzy like Christ    One more cigarette and the car burns slow  Burning like the body waiting at home  Throw out your teeth and call all your friends  Someone's coughing took away my breath  Inches of glass all shiny and new  Screaming laughing fucks me to death    One more boy full of writhing white mice  Rolls over again in a London disguise  The blood bath woman in room number one  Sex-eye-make-up tonight  She just woke up today to do as she's told  Do you want to touch her?