Verse 1
Margot's Tryna Kill Me Through The Hotel Television
She's Gone Back To Rat Trap Missions
To Suspend My Soul In Prison
Oh And Margot's Got A Body
That Could Make A Boy Go Missing
Turn Any Man Unchristian
Make A Dead Man's Life Worth Living
Pre-Chorus
She Wants My Soul
Then Again She Probably Don't
Losing Control
Tell Myself What I Should Already Know
Chorus
She Isn't Real
She's A Projection Of Carnal Ideals
If I Were To Meet Her Forget How I Feel
Forget Her Phone Number Forget Her High Heels
Verse 2
Pictures Of A Girl I Knew Scrollin Through My Crack-Cocaine Phone
I'm Addicted To This Painful Longing Lust For Lonesome Angels
Who's Starved To Model Swimsuits
And Flee To Somewhere In The Rockies
Sip Attention Like Hot Sake
Brings The Bloodhounds To Her Body
Pre-Chorus
Doesn't She Know
Just How Evil A Man Can Be?
Now I've Gotta Go
I'm Not Trying To Wait And See
Chorus
She Isn't Real
She's An Invention Of Youth Sex Appeal
My Notion Of Love's Blood And Bodily Zeal
My Conscience Is Falling Asleep At The Wheel
Bridge
And I Pray
To Some Higher Sense Of Myself
To Avert My Eyes And I Blame
Just About Everyone Else For My Sick State Of Mind
Instrumental
Verse 3/Outro
Thirty Years I See Myself Chasing Tail In West Nevada
Guns And Girls Bring Me Nirvana
Bought A 45 With My Last Dollar
So If Margot Comes To Fuck Me
In My Hotel South Of Vegas
She Will Find Me Dead And Brainless
As I Was When I Dreamed Her Naked
