Looking for a new kind of lover
Not a girl made of rubber
Someone who can make me feel how I wanna feel
And tell me all the things that I wanna hear
And make me lose control
And make me go insane
I want a girl that does cocaine

Cocaine, cocaine

Screwed up is how she needs to be
With no clue of reality
I just want you to make me feel how I wanna feel
And tell me all the things that I wanna hear
And make me lose control
And make me go insane
I want a girl that does cocaine

Cocaine

And now I'm washed up,
I've had my fun...
and I feel like the mud

It's that girl who can make me feel how I wanna feel
And tell me all the things that I wanna hear
And make me lose control
And make me go insane
You're that girl who does cocaine

She left me for a snowman named bob

Verse 1:
Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, As an old memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria....

Verse 2:
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria...
Memoria...

Chorus:
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

--Instrumental--

Memoria...Memoria...Memoria...Memoria...

Chorus:
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun..
No, I don't have a gun..
No, I don't have a gun..
No, I don't have a gun..
(Memoria...Memoria....)

Surly
I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on deaaaath
ohaaaaaahhhh, ohaaaaaaaahahah, ohaaaaaaoooohoh

Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on ...
Noooooooooooo, noooooooooo, nooooooooooo, nooooooooooo

Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And I am so surly, oooooaaaaaahhhh

Deaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaaaath
Come on death, come on death, come on death, come on death
Surly, surly, surly, surly

I'm does finishing to hell
And I'm does, and I'm does hell, hell, heeelllllllll

Come on death (x4) -- ohaaaaaaaahh
Come on death (x4) -- deaaaaaaaaaaath

I can't hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Until I'm home

It's the season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown

Sheared at the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
At the seams

I'm a lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden

In the handle
On the mantle
I met Santa
I met God

I'm a lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown

'Tis the season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
So run on home

Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday mayday
Gonna leave this region
They'll take me with them
Dimension seven

Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday mayday
Gonna leave this region
They'll take me with them
Dimension seven



Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Dimension seven
Dimension seven
Dimension seven
Dimension seven
Dimension seven
Dimension seven
Dimension seven