A swollen sun melting in the horizon Between the sheets where I wait for her to come A living flame, impossible to resist Burning me deep with every
Spring won't come, the need of strife to struggle To be freed from hard ground The evenings mists that creep and crawl Will drench me in dew and so drown
Wilma Flintstone, Marcia Brady Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie Morticia Adams, Aunt Esther Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha
Hey Joe Where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe Where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught
The dead, they got that morbid beat, it goes deo deo They dance upon decaying feet With their black toes, oh, oh Heaven limbo and Hell Purgatory, oh
Seems three years or maybe four Someone drops dead, whom I adore You love someone, there will be grief A kiss of death, lips of a thief, oh, goddammit
Once upon a slime I thought you royalty I would never have questioned your loyalty Don't act so surprised, saw through your disguise But with friends
Come on, Forget the jar of Vaseline Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen and yeah You can drool, beg me and hope There's no damn way I'm playing
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be me anymore Ever throwing at his home Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are
Hatred obsessing me Hatred possessing me Ooh anger burning me Anger turning me Into someone I don't Into someone I don't know Into someone I don't know
Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light a wet old red hook road A
My reflection as that shadow's Blessing my death [Incomprehensible] Lost soul in agony Meet machine tragedy [Incomprehensible] God if you love me, then
{Cheers} {Running} {Car door opening and closing} {Soft talking} {Sirens and drill} {Phone ringing} [Girl]: Hello? {Yelling}
You sure you really wanna do this 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme
ITS AN INSTRUMENTAL SONG!!!
Like a Jew in ancient Spain And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctors and thieves,
It's no secret we're close As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together now In their '62 'vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light