Music hurts the head
Rock n' roll is dead, that's why it's cool
The Intimacy Vampire said
"Fantasy is never enough, never cut it”

Rock n' roll is dead
Music hurts the head, that's why it's cool
Strum a realistic song to hear Hunter say
"So much hate for anyone we used to date”

Pain with no body circling the earth
Sit in your synthetic self, a children's desert
An orgy door antenna bites
An apartheid banana is what you are
Gunky kids on the maturation barge
No surprise the City of God is a slum
It's your world, it's your world
It's your world I'm only dying in it

(Perfect! Let's goo!)

You don't have to hide your fangs
oh Intimacy Vampire don't run away
I'm not afraid of ruining you
I'm happy that you want me to
You don't have to hide your fangs
oh Intimacy Vampire don't run away
I'm not afraid of ruining you
I'm happy that you want me to

Music hurts the head
rock n' roll is dead, that's why it's cool
Music hurts the head
rock n' roll is dead, that's why it's cool
Rock n' roll is dead
music hurts the head, that's why it's cool
Music hurts the

Intimacy Vampire always one toke under the line slant rhyme
Intimacy Vampire always one toke under the line