Women 101

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion’s spent.
My hearts a tart, your body’s rent.
My body’s broken, yours is spent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there’s nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there’s nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There’s never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.
It’s only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there’s nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he

Every me and every you,
Every me...he

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I’m selfish, I’m unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There’s nothing here but whats here’s mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he

Every Me Every You
Placebo
Cruiel Intentions OST

This song flows like rampant fury. Its always on the mark and always taut with seething misogyny. Its magnefcient. The symphony, the rhythm , the lyrics. Its the ultimate racing song. Thinking back on all the races i've been in with this blaring from the speakers gives me goose bumps.
Teeth grinding, knuckles white on the wheel. Tires squeal. Engine roars. Traffic blurs to virtual obstacles. Heart pounding, right foot slammed on the gas, left foot synchronizing the clutch with optimal revs. The icessant guitar strumming pumping the blood faster and faster. Fear dies, love is abandoned.
And then you stop only because you can't believe how close you just came to dying a second ago, the songt still plays stuck on repeat. You take a few deep breaths. The almost fatal collision plays back in your mind once, twice... and then you slam the door shut. Switch the engine back to life, throw the gear into first and floor the accelerator. Teeth grinding, knuckles whit on teh wheel, tires squeal, engine roars. Everything blurs into a thumping bass crescendo and a raging inexplicable rush of adrenaline....
Your race on to your next brush with death. Wondering who will win this time around.
If you do, you will be back on the run again, if you loose, the only thing that will remain will be some debris, maybe a little scorched flesh, and placebo shrieking from your mangled speakers.