Lysistrata's Secrets

(Start again?)

The sirens are screaming
The weather is broken
A fog hangs overhead
The only warmth is from cheap radiators
He ponders to himself
"A pleasant sin
Just for today"

And he thinks
He thinks
He thinks
Every day for five months
He thinks

(And the sirens were in his head, all alo
Sirens were in his head all alo
Sirens were in his head...)

Hallucinations
Lack of sobriety
Illuminated
And aggravated
Indulge
Indulge
In

Your lips taste like vaseline
And your breath like cigarettes
What am I doing here again?
Get your hands out my trousers

Indulge
Indulge
Indulge
Indulge
In



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Chilton
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