True Tales from the Tenderloin

Wasted on love we were far from wise

With that pixie dust in our eyes

Blind to the ghost's disguise

And bent on the honey


Come with me underground

Down these dark holes

Up these brass poles

Follow me...


Oh no! Our heads in the clouds again

Deprived of all oxygen

Turning tables upon the girls

And going down on each other




Gorgeous, we're the Murder of Gonzago

We're hotter than O'Farrell

We are ready to fucking go

And devour each other




Darling, we'll handpick accessories

To worship you delicately

Deliver soliloquies

Straight to your pussy