Polygraph Lyrics

the body's been dead not seven days, you've already fucked it a hundred ways.

stiffer than some but more willing than most,

"if this is your idea of some kind of joke..."

you can teach your razorblade a thing or two about suicide.

now cross your heart and wash these sheets,

you're going to wake the whole fucking street.

let's get this thing off the nearest bridge.

and i know you didn't mean to,

sweetheart you never mean to,

i know you never meant to,

but you did.