Cyanide Songtext
von Creeper

Kissing in the acid rain
Heaven on her tongue again
The cutest couple in the halls of hell
Well, she was smoking with her friends
Exhaled nicotine and breathed me in

Black denim under pale moonlight
Her skin is milk, so pale and white
Underneath the teenage spell
Well, she′s Christina Applegate
Hopelessly beautiful in 1988

She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide
She′s my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide


Holy water for the lady, please
Love is best upon our knees
With grass stains upon our jeans
Now the devil dreams of me and you
Of all the nasty things we do, oh baby

Black lipstick on a coffee cup
Love is the arms of lust
She's cold, but still I burn up
In a gin and tonic trance
We know sobriety won't teach the kids to dance

She′s my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide
She′s my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide

So we drive until the road (runs out)
Or at least until our tears (dry)
We count our sins beneath the sun
We know no one forgives the fugitives of heaven


Modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide
She′s my cyanide
I drink her every night
Modern love can feel like suicide