Well, even dad and mom liked the beginning of this thing so much
When I talked about our relationship
And praised it to be lovely
Well, we walked into the sunset
And shot junk into our veins
With romantic visions
We shagged in the bush
I guess you took Richard Gere
And I Michelle Pfeiffer
And a piece sharper than willy
I pushed into you again
[Chorus:]
Flying low, I'm shooting the good stuff into you
We have the same hallucinations
It's so wonderful
Junkie love, we're heating up the same spoon
And nothing lasts and nothing holds and promises are Latin
Well, two or three years went by
Somehow we fell from the clouds
When we scavenged trash cans elbow-deep for food
One cold morning I woke up
You weren't there
Or you did slouch there
But I couldn't get you to wake up
There was some junk left
I put it all inside me
Now we travel together
To harp lesson
Chorus (x2)