down here where the heat's so fine

i'll drink to your health
and you drink to mine

as we try to make the money we scored out in vegas
hold out for a while

we drink ***** from russia

we get our chocolates from belgium

we have our strawberries flown in from england

but none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end

i got a cracked engine block
both of us do

yeah the house and the jewels, the italian race car
they don't make us feel better
about who we are

i got termites in the framework
but so do you

down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
where i worship the ground underneath of your feet

we are experts in the art of frivolous spending

well it's gone on like this for three years i guess

we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess

and the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies
is stumbling across its bleak ending

but none of the rage in our eyes
seems to finish it off where it lies

i got sugar in the fuel lines
both of us do

yeah, the fights and the lies that we both love to tell
fail to send our love to its reward down in hell

i got pudding for a backbone
but so do you