I'll you a deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend we're walking 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your Someone scrawled on the wall "I the blood of les tricoteuses" Who up scandals in other bars
I'm having so fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumors and lies and stories made up Some make you and some make you scream One makes you wish you'd never been seen But a shop on the corner that's selling pappier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius If you want it, boys, get it here,
So you scream out of "I want you! I need you! out there? Any time?" Tres little number whines, "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you it, boys, get it here, thing Well, on the street where you live I not hold up my head For I put all I have in bed
On another floor, in the of a car In the cellar like a church the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different But we can't stop 'till we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the young knights Who you on the ground while shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down one time With you by my side, it should be We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then jump in the holding hands