Lyrics Polkadot Cadaver

Polkadot Cadaver

Long Strange Trip To Paradise

Born in a coffin with lipstick on your cheek

I can't look away, I can't look away

Where have you been all night?

Your eyes are swollen shut

You can't see a thing now can you?

Valley girls in love with the decadence

Blindfolded, purging up the vanity

A kiss like a near death experience

(Sitting in the backseat of my daddy's car)

Oh yeah!

Buy the ticket,

Buy the ticket, take the ride

On a long strange trip to paradise

Buy the ticket,

Buy the ticket, take the ride

The pleasure's yours and the the pain's all mine

Rosemary's baby is rockin' in the cradle

Eyes wide and staring like she's hypnotized

Jacob's ladder is leaning up against the wall

(Every time I try climbing it, I fall)

Valley girls in love with the decadence

Blindfolded, purging up the vanity

A kiss like a near death experience

(Sitting in the backseat of my daddy's car)

Oh yeah!

Buy the ticket,

Buy the ticket, take the ride

On a long strange trip to paradise

Buy the ticket,

Buy the ticket, take the ride

The pleasure's yours and the the pain's all mine

Looking at you now I see

You're barely breathin', yeah you're barely breathin'

now

You're barely breathin', yeah you're barely breathin'

now

Peggy Sue, what the hell's gotten into you?

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Dancing with the Devil's wife,

Begging her to take your life

Vapid little vampire

Is all staring at my jugular

We've made the nightly news,

And there's no way that we can lose

Smiling slave all dressed in leather,

What's your poison, what's your pleasure?

Buy the ticket,

Buy the ticket, take the ride

On a long strange trip to paradise

Buy the ticket,

Buy the ticket, take the ride

The pleasure's yours and the the pain's all mine

Looking at you now I see

You're barely breathin', yeah you're barely breathin'

now

You're barely breathin', yeah you're barely breathin'

now

Peggy Sue, what the hell's gotten into you?

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Mascara's running in a marathon,

Palm reading hands across America

Sleep tight, loose lips are sinking ships

I'd kill just to be in your arms again