Voice 1: "What happened to your shine?"
Voice 2: "I used to have a shine, huh."
Voice 1: "And what happened to it?"
Voice 2: "Well, what kind of shine was it?"

Beneath you drips my type
I'll keep tabs on her wardrobe especially
if the negligent neglige slips ever so gently
off the slip of her [bad word] 

letter picked, jaundiced and paved
your cheap spurs are only swelling with age

I won't get Tourette's if you don't get Tourette's
I won't get Tourette's if you don't get to rest

Voice 1: "So what happened to your shine?"
Voice 2: "I guess it disappeared... uh, thanks to you."
Voice 1: "Why me?"
Voice 2: "I dont know, 'cause you're the one that only mentions it."

I haven't heard a groan like that
since jailbait bars came blessed [bad word] 
I'll wrap this lightpost round your devoted staff

I haven't heard a groan like that
since jailbait bars came blessed [bad word] 
came their sighs of twisting cables

To have deflected their charms
I am unable to be listed in your regards
if you hurry home I might prevent those scars

stretch of nothingness on stationary mangled when
the sleepy wheels rolled 6am so early in the morning