"I'm literally going to kill you"

 I'm literally going to kill you

But they meant it metaphorically

I'm metaphorically going to kill you

They said it while looking at me

I'm figuratively going to kill you

They had a small white eye

It fell out into their glass

And I think it was a sty

I hold you accountable for the millions

The millions who have died

I'm literally going to kill you

Like the Lockerbie disaster fell out the sky

Did I remind you of the half men and women

The flesh and the bones

I wish that I could wipe them

From your memory like a clean stone

But saying I'm literally going to kill you

Doesn't help you or I

Just take the log out of your own eye

But you accuse me of the stick in mine

Drunk on you

 I can't get drunk on champagne

Vermouth and whisky they don't numb the pain

No but I'm a little tipsy, yes I can get a little frisky

Yes I can only get drunk on you

Powder keg and dynamite, 

might blow up the houses of Parliament tonight

TNT and Semtex, 

are gonna send some souls to cemeteries I bet,

But if I really want to blow my brain

I take a shot of you in my veins

I can only get drunk on you

Oh life and all its meanings

Can send some philosophers gleaning

In the fields of knowledge for their answers

Well Aristotle and Plato, with a bottle and play though

Can't give any answers more true

Than I'm only happy when I'm drunk on you