Loving Parasite

Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, lovers

Feeding off each other

Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, hunters

D-Did I stutter, motherfuckers?

It was all so long ago

I sang you all the songs I wrote

You were young and vulnerable

I was old

Time's a winding centipede

Crawling into centuries

She will not remember me

I need a doctor or a priest or something

Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny

I need a doctor or a priest or something

The police are coming

Maybe I just read you wrong

Or maybe I've been dead too long

I led you on, you went along

Time's a winding centipede

Burrows in our memories

And that is all we'll ever be

I need a doctor or a priest or something

Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny

I need a doctor or a priest or something

The police are coming

The universe is expanding

But I don't feel a damn thing

There's nothing you can do about it

Keep on dancing

They say it's all expanding

But I don't feel a damn thing

There's nothing you can do about it

Keep on dancing

Stars inside wander with the gods tonight

Vibrating and harmonized

The glitter of the stars inside

The universe is expanding

But I don't feel a damn thing

There's nothing you can do about it

Keep on dancing

They say it's all expanding

But I don't feel a damn thing

Love and understanding

Were simply too demanding