Petrol & Anaesthetic - Dead!

I am a grenade, you are a metal grate

I throw myself at you but I will not break

You are the bloody boot pressed into my head

You are the reason that they don’t care

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Pour petrol on my clothes

Anaesthetic in my gums

Throw away the words I wrote

I declare my demons have won

Darling look oh we’re in such a mess

And you’ve got my heart trapped in a masochistic check

This part right now is where you load your gun

For when my back is turned I guess that you have won

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Let me steal the show please

He’s got nothing but sleaze

He’s got the cards up his sleeves

The kings are at home

Pour petrol on my clothes

Anaesthetic in my gums

Throw away the words I wrote

That switch in your bedroom

That hides everything you do

Has another fingerprint

Your bedside lamp is your own best friend

Pour petrol on my clothes

Pour petrol on my clothes

Anaesthetic in my gums

Throw away the words I wrote

That switch in your bedroom

That hides everything you do

Has another fingerprint

Your bedside lamp is your own best friend

(Friend)

I declare my demons have won

I declare my demons have won

(Fuck)