Sex And Dying In High Society

you started out that way

you'd do anything to stay

and keep your money boys

made of silver and gold

keep your pekinese,

turkish cigarettes

and your lighter that looks like a gun

so you married your daddy with a different name

sex and dying in high society(x4)

that pretty man of yours

hiding inside the director's clothes

the one who calls you dear

after banging away at you in the night

that one's just got to go

every time you look at him

you could almost fall asleep

and there's a masturbating getting underneath the bed

sex and dying in high society (x4)

and now you tell the maid

to burn you on your virgin back

with a curling iron

hotter than hot

you say it's good enough (x3)

you say your pain is better than any kind of love

sex and dying in high society (x8)