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Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Kowloon night Breathing freon by the candlelight Coquettes bitch slap you so polite Till you thank them For the tea and sympathy I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line Running buck wild like a concubine Who's mother never held her hand Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz Wearing hepatitis contact lens Bed and breakfast getaway weekends With Sports Illustrated moms I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry |
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I was born in a landslide
In the jungle land I can play a piano With a funeral hand Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune Worked on a railroad Slept on a cot If you got what it takes They'll take what you got Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la... Out on the North Sea Where the waters are wild You wept like a mad dog Like a Ozone child Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune Play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la... |
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Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Kowloon night Breathing freon by the candlelight Coquettes bitch slap you so polite Till you thank them For the tea and sympathy I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line Running buck wild like a concubine Who's mother never held her hand Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz Wearing hepatitis contact lens Bed and breakfast getaway weekends With Sports Illustrated moms I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry |
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