You're indestructible no matter the cost
You know there's something desperate in all of your thoughts
So you smash the barriers again and again
Without a trace of the evidence of violent men
Of violent men, yeah
Sirens and helicopters won't trip you up
You've got a private attorney on the end of your glove
And if they ever catch up to you, you'll fly over the shelf
Leaving a trail of dust behind you that's shaped like yourself
Always shaped like yourself, yeah
You've got your chocolate
I've got my vanilla kink, bitch
Aw, who'll wait in the morn
Who'll wait in the morning when you don't come home?
Who'll waiver your moan
Who'll waiver your moaning when you're all alone?
You've built up a cache of staggering nerve
Making sure that all your clients get what they deserve
And while they're handing off their savings in a kind little stack
Return the favor with a fervor as they lie on their back
They lie on their back, yeah
You've got no qualms about sinning for cash
Got suitors lining up to date you but you won't let them ask
The very image of a wedding makes you cringe and distort
Into a tiger trailing out, hunting the hunter for sport
Hunting the hunter for sport, yeah
In ten or twenty years you'll look back and smile
At your pulling out the pieces of the guilty while guile
And as you fall into a pleasant dream, you might catch a whiff
Of the life you've never led and start to wonder what if
Yeah, you'll wonder what if
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