Testo di Poison Control

don't bring home that poison you smell like smoke and your hair's undone you took a job at his hotel braindead in a blue lapel he got some money he wears it well don't mistake me for him i saw you take your makeup kit i'm not a kid, i don't fuck around i'll bash his face in, burn his house down what do you think he's gonna do with you? you'll wake up naked in an empty room a tourniquet, turn off the blood your friends get hungry they talk too much his skin hangs loose, some weird disease he bit your mind, then let it breath in that business talk, those tacky rings he strung you out, i found your key