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