She's got a skin I can't respect I've got plastic Rhythm on my side (Disarm my friends, disarm) She was dressed by serpents (Disarm my friends, disarm) She was dressed by serpents So I leant in And never before had sweeter sentiments been whispered in her ear Except for last night And the night before And the night before Self esteem held at last seasons knifepoint And judgement clouded Dropwise At the end of the night all that's left Is an ugly smear where her mouth once existed Wishing they'd fight fair Fight fair Fire? With Chekov's gun Between your legs It would be rude not to