Searchlights on the skyline Just looking for a friend Who's gonna love my baby When she's gone around the bend? Egyptian bells are ringing When it's
Kick it We like the, we like the boys with the bullet proof vests We like the girls with the cellophane chests We like the boys with the bullet proof
Oh yeah, come on I met you at J C Penny I think your name tag, it said 'Jenny' I could've step to you with a fresh pack of gum If somehow I knew you
Don't tell your right hand, baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
The countryside is overgrown There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in
Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Cowloon
I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with heather Freaks flock together And make all the B boys scream All right (All right) Turn it up now (Turn
Hot milk Mmmm tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We
The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started 'Cause there's only rehashed faces On the
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping through the poignant
Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinkin' from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself
Botox injections Chemical solvents Making midnite movies Contaminated actors Living on a farm Harnessed to a life of protein and equipment Gristling
Käännös: Puro. Midnite Vultures.
: I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping Through the poignant
: Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Cowloon
: I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Freaks flock together And make all the b-boys scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn
: The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started Cuz there's only rehashed faces On the bread
: Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinking from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself
