[Intro]
Is this legal? We have a go! Light the fire!
[Verse 1]
Got a digital rash from a cheap hotel
She’s a high-speed demon with a story to sell
She whispered "hydroponic" and "legislative fuck"
While I was hosing down the engine of a psychic junk
She’s got a tongue like a lizard on a hot tin stove
Licking up the crumbs of a discount treasure trove
I’m a dumpster-fire dandy in a polyester suit
Trying to find the zipper on the forbidden fruit
[Chorus]
Neon cholesterol on a velvet bypass
She’s got a carburetor heart and a glass of sassafras
Slide the greasy spatula under the moon tonight
We’re huffing glitter in the alley of a low-res fight
[Verse 2]
In the back of the Volvo with a bucket of gin
She’s doing yoga with a safety pin
She said, "Baby, I’m a landslide of erotic debris"
Then she choked a plastic flamingo just to feel free
I’m a hard-wired animal, a gutter-born king
Rubbing up against the rhythm of a broken spring
It’s a filthy little circus in a strobe-light haze
Getting sticky in the kitchen for a couple of days
[Chorus]
Neon cholesterol on a velvet bypass
She’s got a carburetor heart and a glass of sassafras
Slide the greasy spatula under the moon tonight
We’re huffing glitter in the alley of a low-res fight
[Verse 3]
She’s got a microwave tan and a barcode stare
Selling used adrenaline at the county fair
She’s a high-voltage priestess in a latex shroud
Screaming "Liquidate the sunshine!" to a cardboard crowd
I’m a low-rent Casanova with a plastic rose
Trying to pick the lock where the dirty water flows
We’re trading secret handshakes for a bag of vice
In a basement full of static and melted ice
Yeah, the landlord’s screaming through a cardboard tube
Everything is lubricated, even the cube
Give me the filth, give me the grit, give me the chrome
I’m never gonna find my way back home
[Bridge]
Where’s the Chorus? (I need a break)
[Chorus]
Neon cholesterol on a velvet bypass
She’s got a carburetor heart and a glass of sassafras
Slide the greasy spatula under the moon tonight
We’re huffing glitter in the alley of a low-res fight
[Outro]
Spill the static.
Rub the vinyl.
It’s all organic... and completely final.
Yeah, she’s a masterpiece of bad decisions.
In the key of X.
NeverShine
