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 even smells a street There's a bar at the end where I can you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the of les tricoteuses" Who up scandals in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous Spreading rumors and lies and stories made up make you sing and some make you scream One makes you that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, clay If you want it, boys, get it here,
So you scream out of "I want you! I need you! Anyone out Any time?" Tres butch number whines, "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, really 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 in another bed
On another floor, in the of a car In the cellar like a church the door ajar Well, I guess must 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 could cruise one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then jump in the river hands