I'll make you a deal, like any candidate We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause future's at stake My set is amazing, it smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumors and lies and stories they up Some make you sing and some make you One makes you wish that you'd been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's 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 you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres little number whines, "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, Well, on the street where you I could not hold up my head For I put all I in another bed
On another floor, in the of a car In the cellar like a with the door ajar Well, I guess we've be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'till we up our minds the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in
I guess we cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be We'll buy some drugs and a band Then jump in the river holding