Fault Lines

Down here where the heat's so fine

I'll drink to your health and you drink to mine

As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas

Hold out for a while

We drink vodka from Russia, we get out chocolates from

Belgium

We have our strawberries flown in from England

But none of the money we spend seems to do us much good

in the end

I've got a cracked engine block, both of us do

Yeah, the house and the jewels, the Italian race car

They don't make us feel better about who we are

I've got termites in the framework

So do you

Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet

Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet

We are experts in the art

Of frivolous spending

And it's gone on like this, for 3 years, I guess

And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess

And the deathless love we swore to protect with our

bodies

Is stumbling across its bleak ending

But none of the rage in our eyes

Seems to finish it off where it lies

I got sugar in the fuel lines

Both of us do

Yeah, the fights and the lies that we both love to tell

Fail to send our love to its reward down in hell

I got pudding for a backbone

But so do you