She says she loves these United States of America and the flag for which it stands, of thee I sing And she tells me she's a liar but I don't believe
Baby get up off the floor That man you're with He ain't no innocent man He's a killer child I seen him rip apart a young girl With his bare hands Now
nights Devil nights Nights with the devil Driving around the city Everything is wrong but you know it feels right spending all your money on the electric
You want to reach your destination There is a road And it's paved with celluloid. You need to find your motivation And you need to know All the minefields
Don't have to tell me that life ain't fair, I lost twelve of my very best men in there Well, hold on Hold on to your curse This story is depressing and
Our hearts will love you, our lips will kiss you Our teeth will tear your flesh apart The will of death and destruction is on display Like a precious
If we make love Would it be a mistake? But the aftermath Be hard to take For the knots we tied Come undone Have you heard? Have you heard? [
There were twenty, maybe, twenty-five of us Drivin' out to California in a bus We were looking for a good time And a radio station we could trust.
These are your clothes This is your hair You aren't fooling anybody But I still want to touch you Oh! The supermarket tabloid appeal With a crazy
Closing is the gift to the night shift And now you've got two minutes to go! Swept up the floors, locked all the doors, lights out! And now it's time
your eye" She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab and she said to me There's no such thing as an electric tuba The Detroit
Hah! All those pills, they make you uptight I'm suprised you still walk upright You want to live the thug life Well... Dance on the edge of my knife
[Woman:] I say there's nothing wrong with liking a flashy man Flashy man! (Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy) Flashy man! (Flashy...flashy...flashy...
If money talks then I'm a mime If time is money then I'm out of time And I was once with a million quid Have a seat I'll tell you what I did Can't sit
You can clean your kitchen baby Make it look good every time You can use a little Mr Clean or Formula 409 You can find my mission baby lock it on target
Nuclear war, on the dance floor Nuclear war on the dance floor Electric Six is on time Electric lovin a sex crime Your a pretty, pretty, pretty,pretty
Government man Important man Walking around at night He's got his whiskey He's got his briefcase He's gonna be all right Now when you hear those sirens
She's a nine-to-fiver Got evil up inside her She's a- she's a graphic designer Nobody does it finer Photoshop and Tiger Simplification messiah Cropping