Romantic fool -- yeah, that's the word, fool

I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I think

I'm starting to drool

The more I drink, the worse I feel

I'm talking to the floor and

I'm soaking in my pee

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I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna sing

I don't think that I can move

'Cause I can't feel a thing

Stench in the air, vultures flying up above

Another useless dead thing

I've been killed by love

I've walked those fields of juniper and mist

And my lips are still burning from

The touch of your last kiss

I though you were an angel

And I trusted your embrace

But you turned into a monster

And you spit right in my face

That crafty old jackal ripped my guts out before

The boy with nine lives

I keep coming round for more

My passion was your weapon

It put a blindfold on my eyes

The last sound I heard was laughter

As you buried me alive