~My cyanide Girl~

I saw her, yea I saw her

With her black tongue tied round the roses

A fist pounding on a vending machine

Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger

With a noose she can hang from the sun

And put it out with her dark sunglasses

Walking crooked down the beach

She spits on the sand

Where their bones are bleaching

And I know I'm gonna steal her life

She doesn't even know what's wrong

And I know I'm gonna make her die

Take her where her soul belongs

And I know I'm gonna steal her life

Nothing that I wouldn't try

Hey, my cyanide girl

Hey, my cyanide girl

My my cyanide girl

Hey, my cyanide girl