Lick Your Lips - Caro

Lick your lips, you can taste

All the wasted embraces coming back but wait

There’s a flavour I’d forgotten

There’s a twist

All the sycophantic little shits

Getting dizzy dancing round a pit in a misty cemetery

Don’t mind me, I’ve got nothing to say

Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Don’t mind me, I’ve got nothing to say

Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Have a seat

Kettle’s on

Put your feet up

Take a gun

And I’ll be back to clean you up with a sunny disposition

Take offense at the notion of a truth that you can’t spin into something that

can prove all your predetermined fictions

Don’t mind me, I’ve got nothing to say

Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Don’t mind me, I’ve got nothing to say

Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Don’t mind me, I’ve got nothing to say

Keep your stories short and your silence loud

So they don’t find out

That you don’t have a clue

Don’t mind me, I’ve got nothing to say

Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day

Don’t mind me, I’ve got nothing to say

Just a rusty time piece not even right two times a day