Luxurious Poisons

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Lyric

a sip of black coffee 
a trace of ink in the skin 
a taste of temptation 
stopping short of the sin 

a finger of whiskey 
a puff of nicotine 
the simple things in life are never 
what they seem 

luxurious poisons 
to feel a little sting 
and stir you 
from the slumber 
that living can bring 

a cinch of the corset 
a volt or two of shock 
a stroke of radium on the hand of the clock 

a drop of artemisia 
through a slotted silver spoon 
a kiss of death in the afternoon 

luxurious poisons 
to feel a little sting 
and stir you from the slumber that living can bring 

a nibble on the neck 
a little chill in the room 
a shard of the glass beneath the heel of the groom 

a touch of injustice 
a hair of despair 
a spark of the hell said to burn down there 

a whisper of conspiracy 
a wink of dissent 
a note of dissonance in the key of content 

everything good hurts a little bit 
everything delicious is dead 
all the fabulous people are tactfully twisted 
and we feel so alive when our blood runs red 

with luxurious poisons 
to feel a little sting 
and stir you from the slumber that living can bring 

the edge of the dose (a blot of mustard) 
is the point of the blade (a crumb of cheese) 
don't forget to stop and smell the night shade (a ghost of a chance in the meat machines)