Verbage

(M. Wood, S. McCorkindale)

Dispassionate as a pornstar
Trade your smile for a cigarette burn
Beggar queen ruling from the penthouse
Well it really ain't your concern
Your nights are filled with shadows
Bloodsuckers by the garden gate
Feeders hide right behind the velvet
Wait to see if you take the bait

Get up, prop up your window and let me in
We'll pull out your black box of favorite sins
Get up, prop up your window and let me in
Let me polish your tarnished heart of tin

Pull the money off of the table
Take your heart back out its jar
Step around where the dogs are pissing
I don't think you can walk that far
Between the air and the cracking asphalt
Lives a soul that's heard it all
Wrapped up in your song of mourning
The only voodoo that you do doll

Get up, prop up your window and let me in
We'll pull out your black box of favorite sins
Get up, prop up your window and let me in
Let me polish your tarnished heart of tin

Dispassionate as a pornstar
Trade your smile for a cigarette burn
Beggar queen ruling from the penthouse
Well it really ain't your concern
Your nights are filled with shadows
Bloodsuckers by the garden gate
Feeders hide right behind the velvet
Wait to see if you take the bait