Black and red, laced up the back Pinned down in the pulse of a finger snap She's a Black Widow spider; fangs in your heart Web crawling her way up the male species chart She fucked you hard and licked the crest of your lips She could slice you to ribbons with those razorblade hips Watch you turn cold in the harvest moonlight Little did you know you'd die tonight And as you fall out of realm you'll rememer the face The wink from girl who put you in place The lips, the smile, the eyes, the hair And the glittering shine in her icy stare She'll have one last word as she tucks you in tight: "Watch out for us bed bugs, because we always bite" i want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Where is the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need some meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But life's no storybook Love's an excuse to get hurt You said: My laughter was the antidote, the cure for every disease. It breaks easy now on the innocence of fairy wings. Somewhere in my downward spiral I bowed before your queen. You said: Run to your kitchen, to your cabinet of liquor and sin. Lokk for your salvation next to the tequilla, behind the gin. Your permanent disguise is hidden deep within. You said: Keep on jammin to the rythym you made up inside your head. It's the fuel of a lifetime that pulses black and red. A spoonful of riffs is what you're being fed. You said: Entertain us a while longer, we like to see you weep. Or break free from the light and take that giant leap. It's the cherry flavored novocain rocking you to sleep