Blood And Buttons

Wait up in the attic for the sun to die,
you're just a fucking animal with human hide,
are you all dressed up with nowhere to go,
the grave is a party just right for your clothes,
but you lost the invitation and you never like to dance alone.
Set aside the bones so we can build a nest,
if I can have the heart then you can eat the rest,
everybody says that you're the perfect hostess,
light it on fire we can watch them glow it's,
a damn good show to be like us.

But,
I want a girl with a hundred buttons,
on her big black coat,
and a damn sharp tongue to slit my throat,
kiss me like a fucking vampire when I get home.

Little wolf,
better run baby somebody wants your skin,
just sweep the bodies under the rug,
when they're knocking don't let the motherfuckers in,
moon rock in your pocket blood money holy water and gin.
Don't let go no matter what they say,
they give you what you want so they can take it away,
no medicine will ever get you out alive,
gotta death certificate for you and me to sign,
you've gotta touch of a cross to the devil on a saturday night.

But,
I want a girl with a hundred buttons,
on her big black coat,
and a damn sharp tongue to slit my throat,
hands of a killer with a body underneath her clothes.