: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
[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
