3 O’clock

Black tie
And jacket over chair back
My figure fat
And fucking gunnysacked
Casting broke-wing shadows
On the duvet
While baby sleep, baby sleep, baby sleep
Yeah and baby talks away
Like a… liar, liar
Yeah my heads on fire
Bent over your dreaming (your dreaming)
I hear the- the scheme- scheme- SCREAMING
And like Jesus now, I sleep
Almost never

Who the hell
Is that man, that man?
That man you see in your sleep?
What kind of company do you keep?
When I am gone?
I am the love of what is wrong
And that waits for me from dusk on through dawn
Hot, hot, hot and hating me
And itching to be free
Looking for another way, eat me
Looking for another way
To fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck mе!
Fuck... fuck... fuck me...

Love, love, lovе
Listen to the tongue you speak
When the days turn into days of no sleep
And oh God, I am so weak
I am so weak
And you are killing me
But in her crescent-cut eye
I see the spark that means awake
And I wonder why
Someone always has to die

Love, love, love