In her youth, she made tons of pence
Ghost penning songs for big hair aristocrats
Now she lies in a plush, velvet bed
Shaped like a coffin and filled with bats
And she is pale and I am smitten
And in the moonlight we both still like
The smell of anything night blooming
And she bites through the necks like Ginsu
My sweet sweet heartkiller
My sweet sweet heartkiller
My sweet sweet heartkiller
My sweet sweet heartkiller
Next to walls that jut from the earth
Like frozen trajectories of superheroes
We nibble and jest about things
That drain and the taste of lust
And she is over here and I am over there
And the unlucky dark cloud is in the middle
We like to time ourselves, we like to watch ourselves
And her winks cut through me like a Ginsu
My sweet sweet heartkiller
My sweet sweet heartkiller
My sweet sweet heartkiller
My sweet sweet heartkiller
And everything's good and everything's fine
And everything's bitter like sweet things should be
When I'm sinking my teeth into her
My sweet heartkiller
My so sweet heartkiller
My so sweet heartkiller
My so sweet heartkiller
My sweet sweet heartkiller