Lyrics

No tv for the weekend babe You're almost alive Situated among thieves and skulls Under blue light Vinyl's cheaper than leather It's almost a crime Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times Praise yourself girl it's beyond celestial! I can see the future But I can't tell lies I deny them good intentions Have some decency to mention 'bout your fleeting eye How you like to draw attention Makes me wonder if I Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times Praise yourself boy it's beyond Wear your gloves and count to ten Feast of all mankind Newly wed but nearly dead Sacred language Makes us rawr Vulgar is the sound Taste the whip now Cry some more Man it feels so good to sin Funny it feels so right Such a hawk but such a hound Human like impression Under hollow sky His figure rather sublime Look what you made me do now There's blood dripping on the couch You see that man in the cloud This is not art (this is) This is not life (this is) This is not art (this is) This is not life This is art