S. Kilbey
(Karmic Hit Publishing)
[rev. Oct. 30, 2006]
What you need is a flattering mirror
A strong elixir with no hangover properties
Nineteen year old lovers who can stay hard all night
A million dollars with no strings attached
I said yeah yeah yeah
But you don't know where you can find it
I said yeah yeah yeah
Life's little luxuries
What you need is a vial full of ass's milk
Your very own doctor to prescribe you the blues
A brilliant career with critical acclaim
Orgasms, riches, power or fame
I said yeah yeah yeah
But you don't know where you can find it
Yeah yeah yeah
Life's little luxuries
Yeah yeah yeah
But you don't know where you can find it
Yeah yeah yeah
Life's little luxuries
A trip to India, drift down the Ganges
A copy of Justine, signed by de Sade
A bag or two of Neil's purple heads
Gold-tipped, silver printed, black calling cards
A villa in Sydney, an igloo in Alaska
A girl who would come anytime I ask her
Thirteen red peacocks with eyes like the sun
Monogrammed bullets for my pearl-handled gun
A Rolls, a Mercedes [3:07], a dozen blue poles
The flesh of my servants, the deed to their souls
To meet Damien Lovelock from The Celibate Rifles
Chocolates and salmon, truffles and trifles
Wait there's more... I can think of more
In fretless basses, in your faces
In spare places
Yeah, there's gotta be more