Thanks For Your Time

[Verse 1]
She soaked these sponge lungs in her black quicksand
Rushed quicker than a backyard medicinal crack lab
Could sail through the crowd to meet, greet and shake hands
Death merchant and customer, follow close to the backhand
She wrapped her golden brown body in a silk cut
Downgraded his sperm count, mountains to molehills
The hole fills, face on the billboard for two packs
Every twenty-four hours, or a good crack
At a pouch eating cannibal, meditating annually
On animal instinct and all its modern trims
Mind on the matter at hand when she rests there
Index and forefinger cradle her nest eggs
You can live there, baby, I love you too
Inhale the chest air, exhale the blues
Now use every inch of your body clock to wake up
And lock lips with me quickly before the patch comes

[Chorus 1]
It’s been emotional, thanks for your time
Your blown smoke grace in the face of the climb
Picked you to be my top wedded vice
Guaranteed through the bitter divorce you’ll be dressed nice
And you’ll spread yourself around, I’ll watch you with the boys
Toying at their fingertips, coughing in time
Quit campaign today is so passé
But one last kiss before I give away my ashtrays

[Verse 2]
That pretty itch kept me rested in the cynical
Mission backer, lax on the factors of the cattle call
Two feet away from the backstabbers and pro-stepper lessons
Of the sheep-walk dollar sign mine site
Her bright light and its flickerin’ flame
Kept the pain of a boat crash at an arm’s length mayday
And kept its passengers face outta my dreams
While clickin’ in his rhythm between mystique heartbeats
Breathes out with beer stout and a drained face
Chest of black rubies play in mouldy urban ribcage
Kept peace with urban decay
Then tripped wire, flipped smile when expiry date buffed ‘em away
Coffin nail pinnin’ the box shut
Sinkin’ in the ground with Australian flag draped, the cocky fuck
Never thought he ever had addictive personality
But saddle on his back then, baby, will you marry me?

[Chorus 2]
It’s been emotional, thanks for your time
You little brown pocket pouch in that pocket of mine
Lick you up the razor and roll you up the spine
Light you on the tip for that spirit fix of death stick
Princess, mistress and black widow spider
Miner of my bank account and tax file binder
Thin fund tantrum, book party anthem
Would make you my wife if I could just find a lighter

[Post-Chorus]
But I can never find a lighter
No matter where I look
There must be fifty in this house
I swear to god

[Bridge]
Give me back this temple
Of a body I’ve been dying for
Give me back the health
Of all these senses I’ve been dying for
Give me back that feeling
When he died that drove my life course
Eating weekly at me
Like you’re really worth me dying for

[Outro]
What am I dying for?
What am I dying for?
What am I dying for?
What am I dying for?
What am I dying for?
What am I dying for?
What am I dying for?
What am I dying for?