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Pretty Blue Lips

That's the way, start your dizzy day
Some of last night stale in your mouth
You hit the ground lying down
You don't remember going south
What a waste of a sense of taste
All your meals go up the arm
Sex and rock can go take a walk
You're uncomfortable when you're numb
That's the way, put it on display
Paint some skin onto those bones
Your tights are loose on your blacks and blues
Are your blood and guts all gone? 


Maybe you could stand up for yourself
Can't you still stand?
Baby, how you gonna speak up with your
Pretty blue lips in such high demand? 


You get your shakes and your bellyaches
Everything but what you should
Your parents said "you're as good as dead"
What you wouldn't give to feel so good 


Maybe you could stand up for yourself
Can't you still stand?
Baby, how you gonna speak up with your
Pretty blue lips in such high demand? 


Couldn't you just die?
He likes to hold your breath
He loves to bite your tongue for you
He scares you half to death
He tells you to go down
And so you say "How low?"
This is what's around
Where else you gonna go? 


Couldn't you just die?
He likes to hold your breath
He loves to call you "baby doll"
While he swings you by the neck
Take a look around
Where else you gonna go?
Until you can reach the door
The floor is all you'll know  

from Soal of Dark Water Music, Words and Music by Dug (Soal of Dark Water Music, BMI). © All rights reserved