Stand behind his drunken amp Stand behind his light of love Hear him yowl his bloody tounge Hear him yell 4 blood and war [Chorus:] Do you believe in
Blast id earth Om immersed Gold in cave The blondes come first I love the way you move I hope its not too late For me Its too good On this sea Where
I ripped yr heart out from yr chest Replaced it with a grenade blast [Incinerate 4x] Firefighters hose me down I don't care I'll burn out anyhow It
She scans the room For a star to consume When eye contact is made I suggest son you fix yr grave [Chorus:] Its lights out for you Lights out for you
In yr mouth a wad of cash Moist roll of hundreds Fingers thru yr hair Silver quarters drop To yr pleated skirt Cannisters of whipped cream In yr sweater
I just come by to run you over I just come by to see you quiver You can come you can slip inside babe Killer eyes and a burnin heart babe Don't you
When the rats run riot And the screen door slams When the trees grow quiet Nothing but cats and cans When the breeze says try it But you can hardly see
Sleepin' around sleepin' around What will the neighbors say Sleepin' around all over town What will the neighbors say [Chorus:] What you did was wrong
You keep me comin' home again You keep me comin' home again When you were gone, I met a friend She taught me how to Live in the end Are her eyes Brown
He's not a dreamer or a schemer, Running away from me He's not a singer, an entertainer With no follow thru He's not a poet or a mystic With his cgarette
Turquoise boy I must confess to you Sweet liberation has come You are a legend in a lovely game But now I feel I must run Turquoise boy the sky is calling
Hey gimme hollow stimulation It's so sleazy to be free Lets invest in dull creation Thrill city cheap legacy What a waste Yr so chaste I can't wait
[Thurston] Stand behind his drunken imp Stand behind his light of love Hear him yell his bloody tongue Hear him yell of blood and war Do you believe
[Kim] Blasted earth All immersed Golden cave The blondes come first I love the way you move I hope it's not too late for me It's too good on the sea
he's not a dreamer or a schemer running away from me he's not a singer an entertainer with no follow thru he's not a poet or a mystic with his cigarette
I ripped your heart out from your chest Replaced it with a grenade blast Incinerate Incinerate Incinerate Incinerate The firefighters hose me down I
[Thurston] In your mouth, a wad of cash Moist roll of hundreds Fingers through your hair Silver quarters drop to your pleaded skirt Canisters of whipped
[Thurston] I just come by to run you over I just come by to see you quiver You can come, you can slip inside, babe Killer eyes and a burning heart, babe