I'll make you a deal, like any candidate We'll pretend walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even like a street There's a bar at the end I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so much fun the poisonous people Spreading and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you One you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling mache Making faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius clay If you want it, boys, get it here,
So you out of line "I you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres butch little whines, "Hey dirty, I want you it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, Well, on the street 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 like a church with the door ajar Well, I we've must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'till we up our minds the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the while shaking in fright
I we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be We'll buy some drugs and a band Then in the river holding hands