Well alright Well it's 1969 okay We got a war across the USA There's nothing here for me and you We're just sitting here with nothing to do Well, there
The sun shines on the aluminium I guess this must be the home of the hitmen
Baby, buy an anaconda, baby, buy a thing to wear She go walking, she go crawling, she go sliding through the air She go talking warm and fashion, she
Love for the party, love for the nation And love for the fix, for the fabrication And love for the corpse, for the corporation Love for the death and
Well, she got red eyes But she wear dust I went over, over, over, over I went bust I kissed, I kissed the carpet I'm climbing the curtain I was stoned
Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor Somebody tell me about the I need to know about
The razor bites and the shrieks subsides He arches clutching at his sides Across the floor, across the tiles The man is dead and the razor smiles A shiny
Here's the story No time to lose (like the present) Now I've lost my friends Now I've lost friends It's not my party, Never will be Feeling out-of-place
The lights shine clear through the sodium haze The night draws near and daylight fades Ignore the voices, discard the day For the brand new darkness,
too Some girls don't like boys like me Aw, but some girls do I said, some girls do You know some girls do Like boys like me You know some girls do
I close my eyes and pray Oh baby, let me know, should I stay or should I go? I've always been around, you know, I'm really nothing new And if by some
Some day my prince will come Some day, some day, some day my prince will come Some day, some day, some day my prince will come Some day, some day, some
I have just discovered Some girls are bigger than others Some girls are bigger than others Some girl's mothers are bigger than Other girl's mothers Some girls
I couldn't be who your god Wants me to be He's never even introduced himself to me I would be more inclined If "he" was a "she" "i'm hearing your plan
All my friends are going death And breathing' s just a waste of breath And hearing just makes me deaf And coming down leaves nothing left The street is
You and me Fall asleep At the wheel Where are we going anyway We may as well stop here Cause I'm barely breathing anyway Hey, we won't be coming home
Cut it 'til it's gutted I let my weight fluxuate, fuck Yes, love is a jellyfish and I clean my stings with tenderized piss No, I don't care very much
I keep my head in the clouds My feet aren't seeds so I see no reason to plant them And I'll keep my head in the clouds You say, "But I am here on the