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