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But let's talk about you for a minuteWith the vomit at yr gulletFrom a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the opticOn the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start itYou were "far too fucked to drive" were the words that you impartedAnd the woolen dress that clung so tight, to the contours of your bodyAnd the dead grass stuck to fibres from us rolling in the laybyWere passed to dog-haired blanketsThat protected the bench seat coversAnd a crucifix was hung from rear-view mirror by yr mother.I'm leaving my body to science; not medical but physicsDrag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wingDrop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground:That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not aroundI flew for seven hours.The sky didn't once turn black(unintelligible background vocals)I wake from sleep, my head and shoulders wet against the windowA frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collar boneIf you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at forty-fiveBut with a lover at yr side, after a full and happy lifeIs this something that would interest you?Would this interest you at all? Aus Songtexte Mania