Blood Brothers, The - Jennifer Lyrics

Her heart throb (heart throbs)
340 beats a minute
Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion,
The shaving of the bone, the lingering taste of signed 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.