If It Weren't For Pickpockets, I'd Have No Sexlife At All Lyrics - Singles - Secret Lives Of The Freemasons

The sound of sex pours out of our mouths onto the bar 

Can I take you home, can I eat you up, can I spit you out? 

Well we are young and dumb and full of love at least for tonight 

You can wash yourself try to bathe it off but you're still a whore 

Mom and dad would be so proud of what you have become 

Do you kiss them both with that filthy mouth under bloodshot eyes? 

So I think it is time for you to sit back and just, 

Just take a break from what you've become 

I hate this so much 

I hate the bar fly by my side 

Go find your hook up 

The one that will take you away from 

From us, from here, from my circle of friends 

No hope, just fear 

It must be something to see you the morning after 

That you sold yourself, that you lived it up, that you lived it up 

And I sit back and wonder what it must be like 

To self yourself so short, so short 

I hate this so much 

I hate the bar fly by my side 

Go find your hook up 

The one that will take you away from 

From us, from here, from my circle of friends 

No hope, just fear 

Why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you 

Take a break, just take it from here 

I know, I know, I know, I know 

Just take a break, just take it from this 

Why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you 

Take a break, just take it from here 

I know, I know 

Take a break 

Safe your sex for someone else 

Your sex is so filthy 

Your sex is so filthy 

Your sex, your sex goes oh... 

Your breath is poison on my neck 

death on two legs 

you're death on two legs [x3] 

you're death on two legs (her sex is) [x4] 

(her sex is) you're death on two legs [x3] 

(her sex is) you're death on two