Saint Milkweed
Go To Hell
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Scraped across the desert I can hear the engine squeal
Rushing to get me somewhere to get drunk enough to feel
Had a glass of darkness with a twist for my last meal
Outside of Los Angeles there's nothing like Camille

I'm lying by the side with the one who said I might
She's as pale as oleander blossoms in the light
We're both afraid of darkness but the moon's so fucking bright
Drifting back asleep sayin kiss me once goodnight

How many times must I tell
You to go to hell?
Go to hell.

Well we got to gig tomorrow better wake the rolling stone
Got the kind of hangover that hits you in the bone
We're coming into Phoenix try and get her on the phone
The one that proudly vowed that I would always wake alone

How many times must I tell
You to go to hell?
Go to hell.

Well I'm never really lonely when I kiss the wind that sighs
Got a host of ailments and a list of alibis
Lost my only innocence it's somewhere in her eyes
I'll be rolling like the thunder underneath the rolling skies
Till I come to rest between your alabaster thighs

How many times must I tell
You to go to hell?
Go to hell.