Helena Bonham Carter

Only setting your tongue You wanna get a bit high I got a foot in the saddle of a dead horse You won't get far I'm sick of playing you dumb I keep an eye on horizons We won't be burying books And we want dagos With hairy arms Our fever lives in the night (It could be anyone, it could be anyone) Is it embarrassing to make believe a (It could be any of the inferior) But if it's love then you'll know on the first sight Feeling down in the dumps? Go have a cigarette on your own I always wait in the dark We sleep in separate beds, like Helena Bonham Carter Johnny Depp was the junkie And poor Helena, she's the heroine We're always mocking her friends And we won't go out to the bloody end Our fever lives in the night (It could be anyone, it could be anyone) Is it embarrassing to make believe a (It could be any of the inferior) And if I'm lucky I'll deliver a satirical lie (Oh, you'll be lucky I don't know anyone in Hollywood) I'm not afraid of anyone, except Death (Liar!) Our fever lives in the night (It could be anyone, it could be anyone) Is it embarrassing to make believe a (It could be any of the inferior) And if I'm lucky I'll deliver a satirical lie (Oh, you'll be lucky I don't know anyone in Hollywood) I'm not afraid of anyone, except Death (Liar!)