I'll make you a deal, any other candidate We'll pretend we're home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it smells like a street a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous rumors and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and make you scream One makes you wish that never been seen But there's a on the corner that's selling pappier mache bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius clay If you want it, boys, get it here,
So you scream out of "I want you! I 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 cellar like a church the door ajar Well, I guess must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying we break up our minds 'Til the sun blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in
I guess we could down one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then in the river holding hands