I'll you a deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your at stake My set is amazing, it smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your Someone on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous Spreading rumors and lies and they made up make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's pappier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, clay If you want it, boys, get it here,
So you out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out Any time?" Tres butch little whines, "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, Well, on the where you live I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in bed
On another floor, in the of a car In the cellar like a church with the ajar Well, I guess we've must be for a different kind But we can't trying 'till we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young Who press you on the ground while in fright
I guess we cruise down one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then jump in the river hands