Spitfire - Arrhythmia Drift lyrics

Cough up your money. Bi-curious husbands with seven-year itches. A nip and a tuck and you'll have me in stitches. I can't feel a thing, means the anesthesia is working. I'm your ultrasound dead giveaway. Caught in arrhythmia drift. A miscarried mothers milk, a schizophrenic's facelift. My eye candy rots, I can't feel a thing. The lunatic is just wild life roaming, on the loose and rabid-foaming. No gag reflex means the novocain is working. Give me a shot baby our reproductive glands won't feel a thing. Our ba*tard children means the birth control is working