It is evening as I flit across a desert twilight
I know you don't want it but I'll give it to you all night
For my exchange take away all my anguish and rage
And I'll use you until you're not even human anymore
Just a beat up
Just a used up old
Whores walk the alley searching for repair
Don't let them stare at john tryst to feign care
Whores walk the alley singing
Oh how'd we get here in the star-sprinkled lair
And oh how'd they get there in the deathstream of a pair
It's the shrine
What I've got to give to you isn't what you wanna do
But if it makes you stay up late I've got a thirst that can't be slaked
What I've got to give to you isn't what you wanna do
But if it makes you stay up late
Star sprinkled deathstreams come in spurts and come in threes
Stars they sing quietly in the western night forsaken longing
Misbegotten silver gleam twinkle twinkling
Star sprinkled deathstreams scream
And scream
Scream
Scream
Scream
Scream
Scream