I'll make you a deal, like any candidate We'll pretend we're home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even like a street 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 wrote up scandals in other
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 faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius clay If you it, boys, get it here, thing
So you out of line "I want you! I need you! out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number whines, "Hey dirty, I you When it's good, it's really good, and it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, Well, on the street where you live I 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 door Well, I guess we've be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'till we up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy knights Who press you on the ground shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down one more With you by my side, it be fine We'll buy drugs and watch a band Then jump in the holding hands