Xasthur - High Society

you started out that way
you'd do anything to stay
and keep your money boys
made of silver and gold
and keep your pekinese,
turkish cigarettes
and your lighter that looks like a gun
so you marry your daddy
with a different name

that's sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society

that pretty man of yours
the one hiding inside the director's clothes
the one who calls you dear
after banging away at you in the night
that one's just got to go