White Knuckle Jerk (live at Antifolk 2015) Will Wood

[Verse 1]
Oh
She's got the eyes of a snake, loaded dice, raising stakes from the cash cow
I'll be her burn victim, hypothermic, so damn hot
I'll come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow-ah
I woke up in the love that I wore last night to the sound of an empty bed
And it's ringing in my ears just like sweet nothings from the voices in my head

[Chorus]
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord

[Verse 2]
She's got the touch of an anaesthesiologist- pleasе put me under
Becausе I tremble with the notion that there's something unsaid
But numb my head, I'll mumble reticently, I-
I wonder how I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart
Only the second worst thing that I could have thought is that this won't have to end if it doesn't start

[Chorus]
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord, don't you ask me what I mean
Where do you get off being so God-damn beautiful?
Oh Lord, love potion number 9