The Squid - Thought Industry

The Squid - Thought Industry
She walks beneath a presley stare
Swivel hips a smile
Pissed on morning charm
Shaves her head with a lawnmower
Her toenails painted Jesus blood
Her facial cake is mud
Chloroform and girl
Strolled to the barstool grabbed the pole
I heard her saying
"As I was walking
Yes I was talking looking for the sunset
To give me nothing I will hold you tight
Five drinks later stumbling in the moonlight"
Club stupid is a ginger house
The bar a welfare line I think we'll start with gin
Then to scotch with a soda chase
Slide across the marble floor
Through a pair of doors
Volvo release a purr
Back on garbage a you turn
I heard her saying
"As I was walking
Yes I was talking looking for the sunset
To give me nothing I will hold you tight
Five drinks later stumbling in the moonlight"
The squid I say I am the world
Swank as heat my style
Polished wingtip
Whirl Stiletto sticking hairspray curl
Sixty-two a year for you
Drinks and drugs go round
My mind a razor blade
Rusty maybe but fair today
I heard her saying
"As I was walking
Yes I was talking looking for the sunset
To give me nothing I will hold you tight
Ten drinks later stumbling in the moonlight"