Sore Neck

Welcome to the house of vanity I hope you got a taste for blood There's no sugar left in the distillery Just salt to rim the cup, but is it empty? Is it half full? I guess we'll never really know You keep walking around like a movie star but you're no Marilyn Monroe, you know? And I hate the way I feel when I'm around you You're so numb My novocain love Feels like I cannot do anything to get to your heart A hollow drum I think I've had enough affection from a ghost I can't touch I know your type Yeah you run around like you own the place, killing anything you like Daddy never gave you love so you fill your nose up with powder white I think you need a bit of therapy A sober friend to take you home tonight And I hate the way I feel when I'm around you You're so numb My novocain love It feels like I cannot do anything to get to your heart A hollow drum I think I've had enough affection from a ghost I can't touch I can't feel anymore Your teeth are sharp and my neck is sore These marks remind me My novocain love It feels like I cannot do anything to get to your heart A hollow drum I think I've had enough affection from a ghost I can't touch