Cyanide - Creeper

Kissing in the acid rain

Heaven on her tongue again

The cutest couple in the halls of Hell, well

She was smoking with her friends

Exhale nicotine and breathe me in

Black denim under pale moonlight

Her skin is milk, so pale and white

Underneath the teenage spell, well

She’s Christina Applegate

Hopelessly beautiful in 1988

She’s my cyanide

I drink her every night

And modern love can feel like suicide

She’s my cyanide

I drink her every night

And modern love can feel like suicide

Holy water for the lady, please

Love is best upon our knees

With grass stains upon our jeans, now

The devil dreams of me and you

Of all the nasty things we do, oh baby

Black lipstick on her coffee cup

Love is envious of lust

She’s cold but still I burn, ah

In a gin and tonic trance

We know sobriety won’t teach the kids to dance

She’s my cyanide

I drink her every night

And modern love can feel like suicide

She’s my cyanide

I drink her every night

And modern love can feel like suicide

So we drive until the road (Runs out)

Or at least until our tears

We count our sins beneath the sun

We know no one forgives the Fugitives of Heaven

And modern love can feel like suicide

She’s my cyanide

I drink her every night

And modern love can feel like suicide

She’s my cyanide

I drink her every night

And modern love can feel like suicide