I'll you a deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a There's a bar at the end where I can you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up in other bars
I'm having so much fun with the people Spreading rumors and and stories they made up Some you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling mache Making faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius clay If you it, boys, get it here, thing
So you out of line "I want you! I need you! out there? Any time?" Tres little number whines, "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, Well, on the street where you I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in bed
On floor, in the back of a car In the cellar a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a kind But we can't stop trying 'till we up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young Who press you on the ground while in fright
I guess we could down one more time With you by my side, it be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a Then jump in the river holding