Dope, black suicide. Eyes that look right through me. Dead white feeling fine. The eyes are in a hurry. Into the ensuing flood. Look into never be. Swimming 'round in a pool of blood.
Gimme, gimme, gimme some candy baby. I got the crave I got to fill. Lemme, lemme, lemme some money, maybe. I'm gonna buy everything you sell. Take it on down, take what you want, yeah.