She´ll suck the living down to size three
She´ll suck the living and she´ll kill me
Necks are crooked and it´s time to sing
Her beak´s wide open at the sound of wings

Oh, I
Oh, I
Oh, I
Oh, I

She kisses harder than me
She kisses harder than me
I guess I´m not that hungry

Veins are rivers, flowing to the sea
Fish will eat it, but don´t ask me
Angels looking, make it hard to cry
People looking, make it cool to die

Oh, I
Oh, I
Oh, I
Oh, I

She kisses harder than me
She kisses harder than me
I guess I´m not that hungry
She kisses harder than me
She kisses harder than me
I guess I´m not that hungry