Moist - Picture Elvis |
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Picture Elvis
Moist She breathes through the book Picks up the knife Measures a picture there Now she has lived Cuts it to wallet size Now she has breathed Now she's tasted heaven but the trip doesn't sting And all she wanted was a photograph Rain on my tongue Silver and gold Feels like I'm tasting god Drinking the riches up Back to the night And if I died I'm going to ask my questions on the other side Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation And all she wanted was a photograph I step outside the wire while the sun strips off my cocaine Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing Another brutal ending I know I'm an animal story telling And she breathes through the book Said that she never knew But answer is hard to take Question is easy The binding cracks The words will fade But she keeps the picture in the frame that she made And all she wanted was a photograph |
