Rowland S. Howard Dead Radio Lyrics

You're bad for me
Like Cigarettes.
But I haven't sucked
Enough of you yet.
Nothing is sacred,
And nothing is true,
I'm no-one that's nowhere,
When I'm here with you.

I've lost the power I had to distinguish
Between what to ignite and what to extinguish.

I blew in last night,
I'm the ghost from the coast.
When the lighting is bad,
I'm the man with the most.
You left me to choke, On a heart up in smoke,
Smiling through your tears,
And your tetracycline overdose.

You're good for me
Like coca-cola.
I don't get any younger,
You don't get any older.
Everything's sacred,
And everything's true,
All this is possible,
When I'm here with you.

I've got a lot to say,
But I won't speak with my mouthful.
I'd like to spit it out,
But I keep my own counsel.

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