Life's Little Luxuries

S. Kilbey
(Karmic Hit Publishing)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Sept. 7, 2013]

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 (yeah yeah yeah)
A copy of Justine, signed by de Sade (but you don't know where you can find it)
A bag or two of Neil's purple heads (yeah yeah yeah, life's little luxuries)
Gold-tipped, silver-printed, black calling cards
A villa in Sydney, an igloo in Alaska (yeah yeah yeah)
A girl who would come anytime I ask her (but you don't know where you can find it)
Thirteen red peacocks with eyes like the sun (yeah yeah yeah, life's little luxuries)
Monogrammed bullets for my pearl-handled gun
Rolls' and Mercedes, a dozen blue poles (yeah yeah yeah)
The flesh of my servants, the deed to their souls (but you don't know where you can find it)
To meet Damien Lovelock from The Celibate Rifles (yeah yeah yeah, life's little luxuries)
Chocolates and salmon, truffles and trifles
Wait there's more... I can think of more (yeah yeah yeah)
(Oh well you don't know where you can find it)
In fretless basses, in your faces (yeah yeah yeah, life's little luxuries)
In spare places, yeah, there's gotta be more
(Yeah yeah yeah)