In Love With A Death Cult Survivor

Burnt out beauticians below
I've got my boots on, I gotta go
But I’m trapped in the glass of indecision
Hotel bed and hollow eyes
Take the lift but I'd rather dive
Straight down to the car park below

Duty free troglodytes
Shuffle out of bags
I'm not half as tolerant as I used to be
Twin Slurpus Giganticus
Slimes out of the newsagents’
And presently I'm heading straight for
Terminal 23
And everybody here with me

Long, long time away
Now they're taking swabs of my saliva
I'm on the flight alright
But landing, I'll be a death cult survivor

Sticking to a barren dream
Sexlessly undressing, seeing Sabrina
Taking Polaroids in lilac rooms
Platyhelminth party girls
Skating around their glasses
Spurting Hollywood spaghetti
And the house wine

Now you've seen the other side
Come in for a real wild ride
Jelly's free and props are in the wardrobe
All I found were perpetual Christmases in there
When I said I had to go, you know she tied me to a chair

Long, long time away
Sunny nights out there will imbibe you
Every single function, you'll now have to recite how
You fell in love with a death cult survivor