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Testo: Cramps. Let's Get Fucked Up.

Hey baby, let's get fucked up

Let's get fucked up
Let's get fucked up
Let's do some stuff
And get fucked up

Yeah, tomorrow we'll feel like
We been hit by a truck
But let's get fucked up, honey

Goin' to a cockfight
Burn, witch, burn
Heh, all my stuff in hock might
Never ever return

Ooh, goin' to the brink
Of oblivion
Gonna need a shrink
To get back again, aha!

Let's get fucked up
Let's get fucked up
Let's get some stuff
And get fucked up

Tomorrow we'll feel like
We was hit by a truck
But let's get fucked up

A-gonna get lowdown
Gonna get keyed up
Gonna go to town
And get beat up

Gonna get way out
To the 'drenaline
Gonna hit flameout
When my head caves in

Ooh, ouch, ooh
Let's get fucked up, baby
Right now
Fucked up

Mmm
Slip on nocturnal shades
Head down to amateur night
Do some purple haze

Ahh, probably lose some fight
Ooh, get cool and casual
Get really sent
Dig some cruel and unusual
Punishment, aha!

Let's get fucked up
Let's get fucked up
A-let's get some stuff
And then we'll get fucked up

You know tomorrow we'll feel like
We was hit by a truck
But let's get fucked up

Oh baby, baby, baby, baby
Let's strap on a little of that
Abnormal delirium

We'll take a long fall down
Into that surrealist bucket
We'll make one big grease spot
Outta this town baby, yeah

They all want to be
Your Siamese Chihuahua sweetheart, woo woo!
The ultimate degenerate
Psychopathia sexuas, ha!
Too far out baby, too far out
Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Fucked up
I said fucked up