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