Thanks For Your Time - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

She soaked these sponge lungs in her black quicksand

Rushed quicker than a backyard medicinal crack lab

Could sail through the crowd to meet, greet and shake hands

Death merchant and customer, follow close to the backhand

She wrapped her golden brown body in a silk cut

Downgraded his sperm count, mountains to molehills

The hole fills, face on the billboard for two packs

Every twenty-four hours, or a good crack

At a pouch eating cannibal, meditating annually

On animal instinct and all its modern trims

Mind on the matter at hand when she rests there

Index and forefinger cradle her nest eggs

You can live there, baby, I love you too

Inhale the chest air, exhale the blues

Now use every inch of your body clock to wake up

And lock lips with me quickly before the patch comes

[Chorus 1]

It’s been emotional, thanks for your time

Your blown smoke grace in the face of the climb

Picked you to be my top wedded vice

Guaranteed through the bitter divorce you’ll be dressed nice

And you’ll spread yourself around, I’ll watch you with the boys

Toying at their fingertips, coughing in time

Quit campaign today is so passé

But one last kiss before I give away my ashtrays

[Verse 2]

That pretty itch kept me rested in the cynical

Mission backer, lax on the factors of the cattle call

Two feet away from the backstabbers and pro-stepper lessons

Of the sheep-walk dollar sign mine site

Her bright light and its flickerin’ flame

Kept the pain of a boat crash at an arm’s length mayday

And kept its passengers face outta my dreams

While clickin’ in his rhythm between mystique heartbeats

Breathes out with beer stout and a drained face

Chest of black rubies play in mouldy urban ribcage

Kept peace with urban decay

Then tripped wire, flipped smile when expiry date buffed ‘em away

Coffin nail pinnin’ the box shut

Sinkin’ in the ground with Australian flag draped, the cocky fuck

Never thought he ever had addictive personality

But saddle on his back then, baby, will you marry me?

[Chorus 2]

It’s been emotional, thanks for your time

You little brown pocket pouch in that pocket of mine

Lick you up the razor and roll you up the spine

Light you on the tip for that spirit fix of death stick

Princess, mistress and black widow spider

Miner of my bank account and tax file binder

Thin fund tantrum, book party anthem

Would make you my wife if I could just find a lighter

[Post-Chorus]

But I can never find a lighter

No matter where I look

There must be fifty in this house

I swear to god

[Bridge]

Give me back this temple

Of a body I’ve been dying for

Give me back the health

Of all these senses I’ve been dying for

Give me back that feeling

When he died that drove my life course

Eating weekly at me

Like you’re really worth me dying for

[Outro]

What am I dying for?