Single book of matches Gonna burn what's standing in the way Run down the mountain Now they're calling on the fire brigade Bury all the pictures And
we're gonna go out tonight we're gonna be dangerous we're gonna set a house alight and see you all we're gonna go into town we're gonna feel good again
Children are innocent A teenager's fucked up in the head Adults are even more fucked up And elderlies are like children Will there be another race To
Somebody handed me a bloody rag Oh that rag got thick and red And I wish and I hope And I hope and I pray But oh! no way No way How many times can you
Got some bad shit Then I walked the beat in venice I went outside I been in too long Outside For some inspiration Did the G-O Did the No-Go There were
I met a girl Who'd never had An orgasm I couldn't believe She'd never had one I said, sit back And get yourself relaxed You looked So good, so good
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I got the devil in me it's a cloud Sadness it's a cloud I want to find compassion and I find it vanishes These thoughts I have they seem To pass me by
All the guys That really have the money Are too old To have a good time with it Too old to turn the women on Too old to have a fast car and drive it
Cursed to be born Beautifil, poor and female There's none that suffer more She's the queen of the bees That buzz in the bars Fresh as a strawberry And
The satellite's gone Up to the sky Things like that drive me Out of my mind I watched it for a little while I love to watch things on TV Satellite of
Ever since the riots All I really wanted was a black girlfriend They don't play around, they're hard enough To keep any man in line Thinking of my pale
Where you going Mejia? Yeah, you got your money In your hand And you mind Already out of the door Didn't get her started There ain't no stopping her You
Johnny was a pyro and he acted like a baby Wanted all this attention I couldn't give Drink a bottle of hard stuff, say I love you now save me Just a big
Stephen Perkins: drums, percussion Sound additives: Skatemaster Tate and Matt Hyde All songs written and performed by Porno for Pyros (c) 1992 I'll Hit
I got the devil in me It's a cloud It's sadness It's a cloud I want to find compassion And I find it vanishes These thoughts I have they seem To pass
Dogs they roam Remember where their home is Everyone they meet Chase away their enemies Hang out in the shade Always in the shade When it's time to mate
You didn't have to give your necklace to me before I left Now I lay awake and think how very smart you were I thought about you every day I hear the rain
