Down here where the heat's so fine I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while We drink vodka from Russia, get our chocolates from Belgium We have our strawberries flown in from England BUt none of the money we spend seems to do us much good in the end I got a cracked engine block, both of us do Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car They don't make us feel better about who we are I got termites in the framework, so do you Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet We are experts in the art of frivolous spending It's gone on like this, for three years I guess And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across it's bleak ending But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do And the fights, and the lies that we both love to tell fail to send our love to its reward down in hell I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you La la la Hey hey
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