Letra de Margot - Jack Van Cleaf

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

She wants my soul

Then again she probably don't

Losing control

Tell myself what I should already know

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

Pictures of a girl I knew scrolled through my crack-cocaine phone

I'm addicted to this painful longing lust for lonesome angels

Who's [?] to model swimsuits

And flee to somewhere in the Rockies

Sip attention like hot sake

Brings the bloodhounds to her body

Doesn't she know

Just how evil a man can be?

Now I've gotta go

I'm not trying to wait and see

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

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

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

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