Buried Animals - Kiss on the Lips Lyrics

You're a millennial nightmare, babe
You've got the cloak of a countess
You're a jaguar in your leather boots
Your hands on your hips
You're our millennium boy
You hold your chips so tight
Your black book's filled with little planks
And a kiss on the lips
Your pyre is red
Mine's burning blue
Your god is dead
Guess what? Yeah, mine is too
You're a lilac in retrograde
You've got your porno plastic
You dance for the dead but keep it loose
Your hands on your hips
This delirium will destroy
The unfamiliar face of night
A walk with a zombie 'long the banks
And a kiss on the lips
Where I end, is where you begin and in we cave
'Lest we die, then share our double grave
Your pyre is red
Mine's burning blue
Your god is dead
Well guess what? Yeah, mine is too
Your pyre is red
Mine's burning blue
Your god is dead
And oh baby, mine is too