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Mirror in my bedsit bathroom
pulling nails out of my head Lucy's on my shoulder talking like she owns the dead so you wanna be my soldier and to ride your own shooting star I'll see you on your back in twelve boy and I'll fly you where the moon is dark in three you get your snow white sandbox chariot and golden fleece give 'em anything that'll make 'em scream to a funky pumping beat in six you're up to sugar daddy the mansion full of beautiful girls in nine you're the new messiah playing Messaline on fire in twelve it's not a pretty sight and she's nowhere to be seen I could come around a full moon later but I was never much of a waiter so I'm off to dedicate my life to the death of rock & roll no-one gets their money back and I just keep my soul thank you very much |
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Once the Devil came into my kitchen
Once the Devil came into my kitchen And with a knife and a fork he ate my chicken Next the Lord came into my bedroom Next the Lord came into my bedroom And drank boozy booze to gimme real satisfaction The Lord told me "Lucifer's kisses are sins" The Lord told me "Lucifer's kisses are sins" So I gave him the bones of my cold turkey |
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I used to smoke in the morning
A three feet high reefer I used to smoke in the morning A three feet high reefer And all my friends They call me the Viper And once the sergeant caught me With my reefer in my hand Yeah once the sergeant caught me With my reefer in my hand But please, Lord, believe me I did not kill a man Cos I don't use The needle or cocaine No I don't use The needle or cocaine So please, Lord, release me Cos I am not your man But the judge told me It's like booming a bank Yes the judge told me It's like booming a bank So I said, Lord, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be your man I rolled my three feet high reefer And blew the smoke at his head I rolled my three feet high reefer And blew the smoke at his head Cos if I had to go to jail I'll get him mad in his brain But the judge shed a big hot tear On to the window pane But the judge shed a big hot tear On to the window pane Took a one last sniff And got high up in the air Took a one last sniff And got high up in the air |
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Where are you, now
I can only see your face That's not good If only I could forget I know your hips I know your zips I kissed your lips And everything's so great What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow Well you taught me A few tricks in a bed And that a lover Can't be your friend So may be flying Can be lot of fun But getting shot Might be somewhere in the plot What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow |
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Hey you, boys and body bags don't you think Jaysus's sexy
Hey you, boys and body bags don't you think Jaysus's sexy She's the only one who'll give you some Gypsie Good Time She's the only one who'll give you some Gypsie Good Time Hey you, Private Snow White don't you feel so lonely Hey you, Private Snow White don't you feel so lonely A life and a wake up and you never had some Gypsie Good Time A life and a wake up and you never had some Gypsie Good Time Hey you, Mister Payback I heard you know the price Hey you, Mister Payback I heard you know the price Crazy Earl gave her 25 dollars for Gypsie Good Time Crazy Earl gave her 25 dollars for Gypsie Good Time Hey you, poor little body bags think you've been cheated twice Hey you, poor little body bags think you've been cheated twice So clap your hands for 2 minutes of Gypsie Good Time So clap your hands for 2 minutes of Gypsie Good Time I know we live in a world of shit I know we live in a world of shit But yours is a big blind one whistling the Gypsie Good Time But yours is a big blind one whistling the Gypsie Good Time |
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Where are you, now
I can only see your face That's not good If only I could forget I know your hips I know your zips I kissed your lips And everything's so great What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow Well you taught me A few tricks in a bed And that a lover Can't be your friend So may be flying Can be lot of fun But getting shot Might be somewhere in the plot What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow |
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Where are you, now
I can only see your face That's not good If only I could forget I know your hips I know your zips I kissed your lips And everything's so great What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow Well you taught me A few tricks in a bed And that a lover Can't be your friend So may be flying Can be lot of fun But getting shot Might be somewhere in the plot What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow |
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Where are you, now
I can only see your face That's not good If only I could forget I know your hips I know your zips I kissed your lips And everything's so great What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow Well you taught me A few tricks in a bed And that a lover Can't be your friend So may be flying Can be lot of fun But getting shot Might be somewhere in the plot What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow |
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Where are you, now
I can only see your face That's not good If only I could forget I know your hips I know your zips I kissed your lips And everything's so great What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow Well you taught me A few tricks in a bed And that a lover Can't be your friend So may be flying Can be lot of fun But getting shot Might be somewhere in the plot What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow |
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Where are you, now
I can only see your face That's not good If only I could forget I know your hips I know your zips I kissed your lips And everything's so great What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow Well you taught me A few tricks in a bed And that a lover Can't be your friend So may be flying Can be lot of fun But getting shot Might be somewhere in the plot What I need baby Is a little bit of your soul But you're too cold, baby And your blood don't flow |
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