Lyrics
Fun for an hour when the hour's gone
Can one trick nights feed 40 days?
In my bed at the break of dawn
She shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
Grip force the vials, strip the locks
Smash the set and slash the beds
And when it looks like a wife's ex-plot
We'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay
I don't feel okay
(Like a docent's lisp, like a damsel's spit) she's got the radioactive
And it makes me feel okay (like a dry gin's twist)
(Of lime) I don't feel okay
She's got the radioactive (like a poor old sir, like a poke's dull spurs)
(Like a pastor's flock) and it makes me feel okay
(No church) I don't feel okay
