Milkcrate Mosh

Y'know, the gin was just like Gideon

The gin was just like Gideon
And the kings were just like Solomon
And the bashes were like Babylon
The jester kept on jacking off
Nervous cough, nervous cough, nervous cough and now we're off
She went down on the Denver slums
And she woke up in the Rocky Mountain dawn
And felt all freed up from the fears that you can never put your finger on
Fingers on, fingers on, fingers on and now we're gone

Smoking to the drinking songs off talking songs for walking
Waving Marlboro's like magic wands
Hey, listen up closely to the lit tips of your cigarettes
Can't you hear the serpent hiss, saying "Sweet baby, suck on this?"
And the white wine was the nectar
And the oldies made me feel like Phil Spector
And is Charlemagne your main man or is he just your sad protector?

You know you look so good together
You know you look so good together
But sometimes I get a feeling that you're a little bit restless
It's a small scene already, and it gets dirty on the fringes
You sucked through his defences

She said I usually wouldn't do this
But I couldn't help but notice
That text across your t-shirt
It said, "What would Judas do?"
He wore those punching rings
He smoked the Camel Filter Kings
We went back behind the building
He did a brisk little business
His party favours were party saviours
And otherwise we might have never made it

Went down in the Springfield slums, she got born again in the Sugar Mountain pines
Only to find that when you put it into your mouth it'll always get into your mind
It'll always get into your mind
When you put it into your mouth, it'll always get into your mind
When you put it into your mouth, it'll always find its way into your mind
It'll always get into your minds