Vodka Stains and Bleached Memories

Take me to your wildest party
Where and there I'll strip bare and bubble
Your blood till it boils on the salted sand
With the cellophane slappers and condom wrappers
We'll sing our riches and mow our treasures to perfection

Take me to your wildest party
Where I'll whip your skin with a sardine tin
And we'll dance like trees and lunatics
In our blaze of glory and false sanctuary
We'll write our history in scrawled calligraphy

Take me to your wildest party
Where the air bags inflate in a jellyfish like state
And we'll grow in that night alone
The drink will scatter, bleach my brain and tatter
Spices will ignite and tap rhythm to our bodies

Take me to your wildest party
Where the arrow stems and painted tens
And nines, threes and mouse poison
Chalk will cake and like a vampire to a stake
We'll slumber to the morn

And after your wildest party
My mind's eye will bleach the sky
With pumping stars and dripping tar
And laced up bras and Orion's sword
And the tin-can treasures and rolling hills
Will leave vodka stains on my eyes' window sills