You're Napalm with Novocaine, a Kite in a Hurricane

[Ms_Lilith]

SICK & BEAUTIFUL by Artificial Joy Club

All the world’s your ashtray, I’m just your Marlboro.
Light me up then butt me, you’re sick & beautiful.

It’s Bamby meets Godzilla, a 3D free for all. Set me up then stomp me, you’re sick & beautiful.
Squeeze me like your lemon, then mix with alcohol. Shake me hard then down me, you’re sick & beautiful.

You’re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.

I need a quick fix, I’m flashing like an instamatic, crusted like a worn out penthouse, your junk is habitual, you’re sick & you’re beautiful.

Bounce me hard & dunk me, I’m just your basketball. Lay me up then heave-ho, you’re sick & beautiful. Peel my bandage slowly, it’s psychological.

You’re napalm with novocain, a kite in a hurricane.

(chorus)

Leave me in a ditch like roadkill, or maybe we could switch the driver. Have some mercy and Kevorkian me to sleep.

You’re cockroach with cabernet, but taste like a Milky Way. You’re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.

(chorus)


I just think this is a great song, and that line gets me every single time...

 

[teddybear4play]

Most of those lines are very poignantly vivid.

"Crusted like a worn-out Penthouse," though, is probably overly so.

TB4p