sitting in your smile chair   I sniff here lips and spit   he keeps on calling lies   of those less fortunate       I must exterminate   the lucky hunch and guilt   I win my lottery       My fingers need a bath   he moves around and licks   she chokes her dying breath   and does it in my face       her sticky druggy sticks   to my more waiting flesh   it doesn't number mine       for my last kiss to taste   for my last kiss to taste       that I know it is wrong    but I'm waiting to see   how very long I can keep up the pace      -----------------------------------   Another Version         I think you're stoned yeah   well I sniff with much shit   he keeps me tall with lies   of those less fortunate   I must exterminate   well lucky continue   win my lottery   my fingers need her back   he moves around her neck   she chokes her dying breath   and blows it in my face   her sticky druggy sticks   to my more waiting flesh   it doesn't number mine   for my last kiss to taste   for my last kiss to taste   but I know it is wrong   but I'm waiting to see   how very long   I can keep up the pace