Take off your hat and unbutton your gloves

State your intention

I want a classic, tubercular love

Textual tension

And you’re smooth

Telling me I should be scared

I should be scared

They say you’re a scoundrel, and I should beware, scared

No, I think you should be scared

I’ll take a lock of your hair for the road

Wallow in sadness

I’ll take a walk on the desolate moor

Slip into madness

I spent my Saturday picking out our graves

Dream of your skeletal hand around my waist

You’re telling me I should be scared

I should be scarеd

They say you’re a scoundrel, and I should bеware, scared

No, I think you should be scared

Let’s take it back to sooty, black lungs

Good opium and art

Just need some plaster for your pretty death mask

A jar to store your heart

I’m just a little dark, I’m just a little dark

Telling me I should be scared

Ya say you’re a scoundrel and I should beware, scared

You’re telling me I should be scared

I should be scared

They say you’re a scoundrel and I should beware, scared

No, I think you should be scared