Mickey the Defiler's moving out the car,
Bound with smells of [bad word] left not so far,
Girl with silver earring waits him every day,
Not to start the battle but to cast the pray,
But if he leaves the bar, she'll fall,
She can do nothing and she feels so small...
 [bad word] 

Just think, at the end
You're gonna lose your one good friend,
She's not as tough as you see,
Your death and decay
Embroiders her, still she looks okay,
Look who she's trying to be
Just not to flee.

Mickey the Devourer lives a perfect dream,
Itsie-bitsie toyland's paradise for him,
When she talks of purity, so sweet her mouth,
Happiness is right to feel free to browse,
But if she stops her tries, he'll fall,
So slowly he's [bad word] uncontrolled...
 [bad word] 

Just think, at the end
You're gonna lose your one good friend,
He's not as cold as you see,
His poor little deeds
Are covering what he really needs
Look who he's trying to be
Just not to flee.

Bridge:

And with no regrets nor sorrow
He said "Good for you..."
She pulled the trigger - but he's hollow,
He doesn't care, she knew,
Slice of lemon on the saucer
Won't medicate the dead
Medicate the dead
Medicate the dead...