| Sexx Laws | |
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| Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the kowloon night Breathing freon by the candlelight Coquettes bitch slap you so polite Till you thank them For the tea and sympathy I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine Perfumed blokes on the ginza line Running buck wild like a concubine Who's mother never held her hand Brief encounters in mercedes benz Wearing hepatitis contact lens Bed and breakfast getaway weekends With sports illustrated moms I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry  | |
| Nicotine & Gravy | |
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| 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 rain I think we're going crazy Her left eye is lazy She looks so israeli Nicotine and gravy I'll feed you fruit that don't exist I'll leave graffiti Where you've never been kissed I'll do your laundry Massage your soul I'll turn you over To the highway patrol I think we're going crazy Things don't even faze me Her left eye is lazy Nicotine and gravy Miracles amaze me She looks so israeli Love the way she plays me I think I'm going crazy I don't want to die tonight I don't want to die tonight¡.. | |
| Mixed Bizness | |
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| I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with heather Freaks flock together And make all the b-boys scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn it up now Word up to the manthing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen I just wanna watch you dance Do you wanna ride on the baltic sea I'll be your mistress c.o.d. I'll comb your hair Re-write your diary Pour champagne on a honey bee She can really do me She can look right through me And make all the b-boys scream I'm mixing fitness with leather Homework with heather Freaks flock together And make all the lesbians scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn it up now | |
| Get Real Paid | |
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| We like the boys With the bullet proof vests We like the girls With the cellophane chests We like to ride on executive planes We like to sit around and get real paid I know you really want it Cos your daddy's always on it And he knows just how to flaunt it He got pictures in his wallet And he wanna be your lover Does he look just like my mother Does he cover you like butter And just leave you in the gutter I want to know if I'm worth your time There's so much to do before you die Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again Touch my ass if you're qualified | |
| Hollywood Freaks | |
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| 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 go solo Dance floors and talk shows Hot dogs, no doz Hot sex in back rows I wanna know what makes you scream Be your twenty million dollar fantasy Treat you real good Expensive jeans Hollywood freaks on the hollywood scene Touch it real good if you want a piece Party people know I'm that type of freak People look so snooty Take pills make them moody Automatic bzooty Zero to tutti fruitti Sex in the halls Niagra falls Local shopping malls receive Anonymous calls Hot like a cheetah Neon mamacita Eat at tacoria Pop lockin' beats from korea Looking like jail bait Selling lots of real estate Looking like a hot date Banging like an 808 Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this? Norman schwartzkoff Something tells me you want to go home Champagne, bibles Custom clothes you own Calling up from special area codes Hollywood nuns with the hollywood phones I got nothing to do, nowhere to go I'll tell you what you want If you want to know Satin sheets Tropical oils Turn up the heat Till the swimming pool boils Let all the neighbors Read it in the papers Making all those gentlemen cry Realistic tears Jockin my mercedes Probably have my baby Shop at old navy He wish he was a lady | |
| Peaches & Cream | |
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| Don't tell your right hand baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Peaches and cream You make a garbage man scream Such a dangerous dream Peaches and cream¡. You look good in that sweater And that aluminum crutch I'm gonna let you down easy I've got a delicate touch Peaches and cream You make a garbage man scream Come on girl it's a dream You're a torn out page >from a best selling book Your home girl's on the line But your daddy's off the hook Where do we go now? Give those pious soldiers Another lollipop Cause we're on the good ship Menage et tois Peaches and cream You make a garbage man scream Such a delicate thing Keep your lamplight trimmed and burning | |
| Broken Train | |
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| The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started Cos there's only rehashed faces On the bread line tonight Soon you'll be a figment Of some infamous life Billionaires smile like weapons Passing out platinum pensions They're out of kontrol No one knows how low they'll go (hold on) Take a ride on a broken train Those bra burning deportees At the service station They know that beige Is the color of resignation We're out of kontrol No one knows how low we'll go (hold on) Take a ride on a broken train Shining like crystal tiaras Ghettos and grey rivieras This is the real me ladies You won't find no shelter here Tell me, what's your zip code baby Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap | |
| Milk and Honey | |
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| Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinking from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself Milk and honey Pouring down like money Make a poor boy wanna run Milk and Honey Do you wanna love me Under the aluminum sun Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold cola cans You'll get the keys to the city for free Milk and honey Pouring down like money Bring a poor boy to his knees Milk and honey No it isn't funny Living in a garden of sleaze Bangkok athletes in the biosphere Arkansas wet dreams We all disappear Kremlin mistress Rings the buddah chimes She slips me ruffies Receding hairlines She's all right...touching my body She's all right...on my computer She's all right...selling me watches She's all right...ring on my finger | |
| Beautiful Way | |
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| 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 her birthday Sweet nothin', I'm talking about you There's a hurricane blowing your way Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart Ooh such a beautiful way To break my heart There's someone calling your name It's driving you insane You were wearing that stained raincoat And your umbrella was a tangled mess You were washed up on the glittering shoals Looking for another crime to confess You bribed yourself Out of a place in the sun But you had some change to spare So you said you wanna spend it on me And shook the blues out of your hair Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart Ooh such a beautiful way To break my heart There's someone calling your name You're gonna miss that train | |
| Pressure Zone | |
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| 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 fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase Cherry gardens feel like ice Hazard lights from her past Underneath the broken bridge Hookers hug illegal dads Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase | |
| Debra | |
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| I met you at jc penny I think your name-tag said jenny I could step to you With a fresh pack of gum And somehow I knew You were looking for some love Like a prude that's rype for the picking I wouldn't do you like that This ain't cooked chicken Cause only you got a thing That I just got to get with I just got to get, get with you And you know what we're gonna do I wanna get with you Oh girl And your sister I think her name is debra I wanna get with you Only you girl And your sister I think her name is debra Girl, I only want to be down with you Cause you got something that I just got to get with I'll pick you up late at night after work I said lady, step inside my hyundai I'm gonna take you up to glendale I'm gonna take you for a real good meal Cause when our eyes did meet Girl you know I was packing heat Ain't no use in wasting no time getting to know each other You know the deal Cause only you've got a thing that I just got to get with I just got to get with you girl You know I want to get with you Only you girl And your sister I think her name is debra I want to get with you girl And your sister I think her name is debra Ooh lovely lady Girl you drive me crazy Yeah, I got a little bit of sympathy for you girl Cause I'm a full grown man And I'm not afraid to... | |
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