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