Dead Boys

Is it wicked?
Can I lick it?
Would you taste my bloodied knee?
Testing the limits of intimacy
Round knuckle trying to temper my desire
But the drain builds pressure
There is no ally in this void
There is no ally in this void
Constructing history constructing empires
Constructing history constructing THE EMPIRE
All you dead boys;
I’m a girl’s girl
Who draws the shape and what bends it?
A funeral pyre
Press in deep and make it count
All you dead boys;
I’m a girls girl
Pretty cool, cool
Pretty cool, cool
Let me absorb as much as I can;
Let this wash over me
All you dead boys;
I’m a girl’s girl