Songtexte Margot - Jack Van Cleaf

Morgot'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 missin'
Turn any man un-Christian
Make a dead man's life worth livin'

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
Scroll through my crack-cocaine phone
I'm addicted to this painful
Longing lust for lonesome angels

Who's got to model swimsuit
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 pray
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