In violent rage, in violent rage, in violent rage, in violent rage, just can't get laid, just can't get laid, just can't get laid, just can't get laid
We're just a bunch of buffalo Getting slautered We're all red indians We love firewater You can call me Fred Flintstone Tarzan, King of the jungle
All this talk about Adam and Eve Doesn't cut the mustard with this little piggy When people start going ballistic It's just not cricket All these words
I was looking for a fatal attraction in my life I was hoping you were also. I was looking for a little, little action in my life I was hoping you were
Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma Been several shades of broken ever since I disowned her Wanted to be with my woman
In a world gone loopty loo, there's no room for me and you. Under the influence of narcotics my baby, my baby, she's got it. What if it all goes wrong
What ever happened to Tuesday, it's so slow. Furious anger, found love in the big smoke. Victorious evil up to it's usual no good. In the beggining,
Seven different girls, seven different times I cursed myself, always scared the real one might arrive. Seven different times, seven diffrent nights I
"Children behave", that?s what they say when we?re together. "And watch how you play". They don?t understand, and so we?re Running just as fast as
Though we seldom get annoyed That's our choice On this bad ass earth On a scale of one to ten Let's pretend Life's a six or seven Could have sworn
When the lights go out in the land of the free, all that I have is a need, all that I need is unclear to me. And it's all downhill once you learn how
I would like you to know it was stupid of me to not notice the world on your shoulders. I would like to say or so it was wrong of me to laugh when
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Ching ching, here comes the money Ching ching, here comes the cash Oh no, I won?t be a minute Oh no, I never come back And it?s getting dangerous now
Done something real bad this time Practically signed my own death warrant She was staring right at me Burning my eyelashes I was sweating like a virgin
The Hunt for Red October smoulders, Tornado Alley relax. Something tells me Summer ain't coming this year or the next. On a mission, Mission Impossible
For you my feather The war is over Six shoulders divide your six stone Jesus Christ the coward Only lasted 40 days, My baby went all the way Everything
There's a swinger in the bar, over the kicked chair, been hanging their since Tuesday, just don't mention Tuesday. How d'you treat a stranger, how d'
