She'll suck the living down to size 3 She'll suck the living and she'll kill me Necks are crooked and it's time to sing Her beak is wide open At the sound of wings Oh ay She kisses harder than me I guess i'm not that hungry Her veins are rivers Running to the sea fish will eat it, but don't ask me Angels looking make it hard to cry People looking make it cool to die Oy ay She kisses harder than me I guess i'm not that hungry