The Blood Brothers - Jennifer lyrics

Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute.

Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion,

the shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel.

The negatives, Jennifer.

Such uncompromising positions

I said, "You don't need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby.

Because I don't want your money,

I don't want your favors.

This ain't no blackmail

this is for amusement.

Don't shady pasts make interesting broadcasts?

And human error is never an acceptable answer, Jennifer.