I'll make you a deal, like any candidate We'll we're walking 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 up scandals in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the people Spreading rumors and lies and they made up Some make you and some make you scream One makes you wish you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling 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 number whines, "Hey dirty, I you When it's good, it's 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 with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a kind But we stop trying 'till we break up our minds the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in
I guess we cruise down one more time With you by my side, it be fine buy some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding