Sangre de Stephanie

Her tongue it turned blue from the tropical drinks After the discotheque, of course she got sick in the sink Put on the paint it black, shrug off her shoulder straps Pulled out a plastic bag Woke up in heat, stuck to her red rubber sheets We're Budweiser, we're Benzedrine We went down on the smoke machine We're Molson Ice, we're Percosets Won't you share your cigarettes with me and my friends? And after the aspirin binge, before she got sent to the shrink She had me up for a couple of drinks Put on the porcupines, close the venetian blinds Woke up in rags and wrapped in a plastic bag We're Budweiser, we're Benzedrine We went down on the cash machine We're Molson Ice, we're Percosets We're all out of cigarettes And early on in the breaking dawn Woke up to the Sabbath song And her hair was let down but her dress was still on She crossed herself and it turned me on Said, "Jesus, I'm jumpy" Later on in the break of dawn Broke up to the Nazareth song And her hair was back up but her dress was all gone She crossed herself and it turned me on She's getting stoned when I came down the stairs Trying to decide what the fuck she can wear And I helped her to take off that hair shirt Slide right into that slit skirt And I'm glad you invited him Like to know what I'm up against And I'm glad you invited him Like to know what I'm up against The cars, the bars, the moonshine in mason jars The sex and the Dexedrine, swung from the jungle gym And Jane, you're lame, the cocaine's for teenagers The Bud and the Benzedrine, fucked with the fog machine On and on in the breaking dawn