White Knuckle Jerk (live at Antifolk 2015)

[Verse 1]
Oh
She's got the eyes of a snake, loaded dice, raising stakes from the cash cow
I'll be her burn victim, hypothermic, so damn hot
I'll come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow-ah
I woke up in the love that I wore last night to the sound of an empty bed
And it's ringing in my ears just like sweet nothings from the voices in my head

[Chorus]
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
She's got the touch of an anaesthesiologist- pleasе put me under
Becausе I tremble with the notion that there's something unsaid
But numb my head, I'll mumble reticently, I-
I wonder how I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart
Only the second worst thing that I could have thought is that this won't have to end if it doesn't start

[Chorus]
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord, don't you ask me what I mean
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord, love potion number 9

[Bridge]
I'll never know
I'll never know
I'll never know what it's like
What it's like to love you

I'll never know
I'll never know
I'll never know what it's like
What it's like to fuck you

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
So, where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord, heart bluer than my balls
Where do you get off being God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord, just say that it's on me