You're bad for menLike cigarettesnBut I haven't suckednEnough of you yetnNothing is sacrednAnd nothing is truenI'm no one that's nowherenWhen I'm here with younnI've lost the power InHad to distinguishnBetween what to ignite andnWhat to extinguishnnI blew in last nightnI'm the ghost from the coastnWhen the lighting is badnI'm the man with the mostnAnd you left me to chokenOn a heart up in smokenSmiling through your tearsnAnd your tetracycline overdosennYou're good for menLike coca colanI don't get any youngernYou don't get any oldernEverything's sacrednAnd everything's truenAnd all this is possiblenWhen I'm here with younnI've got a lot to saynBut I keep my own counselnI'd like to spit it outnBut I won't speak with my mouth fullnnI blew in last nightnI'm the ghost from the coastnWhen the lighting is badnI'm the man with the mostnAnd you left me to chokenOn a heart up in smokenSmiling through your tearsnAnd your tetracycline overdose