like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to do
: "Son, now that's what I call music, "Listen to them guitars." "Turn it up, go on, "Turn it up." He said: "Forget that crap you're listenin' to, "These songs
find in blind ambition yeh in blind faith you wait for things to change hungry for something that i can't say and the colours fade to grey too close for
circle, ching chang chong Get some goddamn balls in you're goddamn song Get a goddamn jerb, you're a goddamn bum I get drunk on rum, and kill hippies for
bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
Peter Criss Waiting there for me Yes I do, I do I've got an electric guitar I play my stupid songs I write these stupid words And I love every one Waiting there for
. . . Don: Tell me, did your father demonstrate any affection for you? Phyllis: I've been watching you on the screen for four weeks . . . Finally, my
suicide [Part 2: East 12th St.] Well nobody cares Well nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? [x2] Jesus filling out paperwork now At the facility on east 12
spittin' Day's Work until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge and the taverns would be swollen until the naked eye of 2am, and the Stratocaster guitars
[Part 2: East 12th St.] Well nobody cares Well nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? [x2] Jesus filling out paperwork now At the facility on east 12
got Peter Criss Waiting there for me Yes I do, I do I've got an electric guitar I play my stupid songs I write these stupid words And I love every one Waiting there for
- That's a pickle Pickle [x12] (Whealin' and the dealin' there, in the whiskey business for a long time... And this guy had a guitar... It laid around
him like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it just to