Dilaudid - Marrtronix Version

The reception's gotten fuzzy
 The delicate balance has shifted
 Put on your gloves and your black pumps
 Let's pretend the fog has lifted
 Now you see me
 Now you don't
 Now you say you love me
 Pretty soon you won't
 If we get our full three-score and ten
 We won't pass this way again
 So kiss me with your mouth open
 Turn the tires toward the street and stay sweet
 All the chickens come on home to roost
 Plump bodies blotting out the sky
 You know it breaks my heart in half, in half
 When I see them try to fly
 'Cause you just can't do
 Things your body wasn't meant to
 Hike up your fishnets
 I know you
 If we live to see the other side of this
 I will remember your kiss
 So do it with your mouth open
 And take your foot off of the brake, for Christ's sake!