| A | |
| I need to taste your voice in my mouth |
| I need to taste your voice in the air |
| And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out |
| And feel your voice all over everywhere |
| I need to paste your skin around the mailbox |
| And hold the postman in your smile |
| I need to fill your lungs with smallpox |
| And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life |
| Beautiful baby |
| All filled with angels |
| Beautiful baby |
| All filled with angels |
| Beautiful baby |
| All filled with angels |
| Beautiful babies |
| All filled with angels |
| A | |
| We are wrecking in your over |
| D | |
| We are | swimming in your speakers |
| A | |
| We are | sticky stuff all over |
| D | |
| Coming | out from all your features |
| A | D | A | D | |
| For | Pre | e |
| A | |
| And I | say I want inside you |
| D | |
| Because there's | nothing on the surface |
| A | |
| But it | hurts to (hold sick at you)* |
| D | |
| And all your | holes they hold no purpose |
| A | D | A | D | A | |
| For | me |
| tada! simple yet effective :) |