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There's no such thing as impeccable taste

I hear your voice is shaking

Your anger's right

This ain't the way you want to

Get through the night

I take a seat in your electric chair

I like the feel of the juice in my head

I want your handcuffsto lslice up my wrists

Why don't you hammer me down to your bed

You'll be fading in and out

When the poison's kicking in

Where you want this thing to end

I want our lust to begin

I drink my gasoline straight

The flavour's nice

Goes down the hatch so easy

Just hold the ice

I see the beast in the woman in you

I feel your body so lethal and warm

Just fill the syringe with your darkest dreams

Then drive the needle way up in my arm

My bad taste, i'm not looking for an answer

My bad taste, it's my life