Searchlights on the skyline Just looking for a friend Who's gonna love my baby When she's gone around the bend? Egyptian bells are ringing When it's
Kick it We like the, we like the boys with the bullet proof vests We like the girls with the cellophane chests We like the boys with the bullet proof
Oh yeah, come on I met you at J C Penny I think your name tag, it said 'Jenny' I could've step to you with a fresh pack of gum If somehow I knew you
Don't tell your right hand, baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
The countryside is overgrown There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in
Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Cowloon
I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with heather Freaks flock together And make all the B boys scream All right (All right) Turn it up now (Turn
Hot milk Mmmm tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We
The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started 'Cause there's only rehashed faces On the
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping through the poignant
Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinkin' from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself
You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checks you kick 'em when they?re down, you tell
Say boys and girls don't you want to have fun Why bother to walk when you'd rather run Why bother with books when you've got a gun Come fly with me
Some of us, we're hardly ever here The rest of us, we're born to disappear How do I stop myself from bein' just a number How do I hold my head to keep
Some of us, we're hardly ever here The rest of us, we're born to disappear How do I stop myself from being just a number? How will I hold my head to keep
1 - 2 - A - B - C - D Verseucht mir meinen Garten mit Schwefeldioxyd, vernebelt mir die Sinne, bis man nichts mehr sieht, baut mir durch die Kuche noch
1. Wenn frueh am Morgen die Werksirene droehnt und die Stechuhr beim Stechen lustvoll stoehnt, in der Montagehalle die Neonsonne strahlt und der Gabelstaplerfuehrer
Wenn früh am morgen die Werksirene dröhnt, und die Stechuhr beim Stechen lustvoll stöhnt, in der Montagehalle die Neonsonne strahlt, und