Downers by User from The Last Days of Beauty(1999) Whisper to my brain And taste the milk Plucked from your mother I Here I am2x You I I I No excuses For what you have done So take a bite size bit And pour on the gasoline I want more gasoline So I can bid you farewell I swallowed all my o I For every ageless god My angels come They prop me up For every ageless song My angels come They prop me Slowly Sweetly Down In your downers Down In your downers So down In your downers