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I used to dress in black every night
I used to dress in black every night
But something happened to me
Something happened to me
And now...I dress in white
You used to get it wrong every night
You used to get it wrong every night
And there was nothing left to do
But pump high voltage into you
And now...You mostly get it right
And you were blinded for a moment
By my country and western starship...Last night
You were tumbling and bumbling
Like a bird that just had its wings clipped...During flight
And then the congregation of the prayer begins to sing: Ahh!!!
They were sick deliquents joining the queue
Of the soft steaming shits demanding: Gay Bar part two!
Hey!
Solo!
I used to dress in black every night
Now I dress primarily in white
And I was under duress
Removed my pants and my vest
And now I'm undressed tonight
And you were silenced for a moment
By my 'Peter, Paul and Mary' box set...Last night
You were crumbling and mumbling
Like a pugilist being pummeled...In fight
And the names of evil temper being to sing: Ahh!
And I've never seen anything cause you such fright
There's something very wrong with you
So let's stay in tonight
Hey!
She was my dark angel every night
She was my dark angel every night
Something happened to her
Something happened to her
And now she's white!
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You can clean your kitchen baby
Make it look good every time
You can use a little Mr Clean
or Formula 409
You can find my mission baby
lock it on target every time
Take out Washington or New York
Or you can take out Palestine
You can drive your car to pieces baby
Drive it until somebody dies
Get out of trouble with a cover-up
A greasy lawyer and some lies
You can clean your kitchen baby
Make it look good every time
You can use a little Mr Clean
or Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Yeah Formula 409
Formula 409
Oh Formula 409
Formula 409
409
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
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I was on the inside looking out for you
You were on the outside looking in
We were a witchy coven of white women
We knew a lot about original sin
We were protected by the police crime wave
Gangster computer with a bloodied touch
There were so many of us or not enough
Or maybe much too much, too much, too much
I met you on a Monday, it was Friday night
You were doin' alright cause it was Saturday night
And we were night bitches, white witches
We lived under the city, we were doin' alright
We ran around in circles casting spells all night
Terrorizing kids and causing a fight
I put a spell on you, you put a spell on me
Though we just couldn't spell love without consulting a wight
She said
Some girls wished to think were teenage bitches
Other girls wanna be lesbian witches
But I'm wishy washy
Or wishy wishy
I just wish someone would wash me when I get too itchy now
We were married by the priestess all night
Lesbian lovers till the day we die
We were hot girls but we had a query
If which marries witch which witch am I
But every fairy tale has to end some time honey
The chief of police, he wanted too much money
Pulled up his britches
Locked up a bunch of bitches
Threw away the key cause he thought it was funny
So that's the story of how we found each other
Living as witches in a and L.A. cave
We rock stars, baby, we were white women
We were trouble, trouble, trouble
We just couldn't behave
Now were just dancin' for the boys in the coast guard
Nobody knows we were once witches in love
They treat us so bad
Makes us so sad
We just cry, cry like when doves cry like a dove
But every now and then we get a reminder of
The days when we could wrap ourselves in witchy, witchy love
I go up on you, you go down on me
We go round, round, round
And we strap on the dirty glove
Go to the store now get us something good to eat baby
Microwave cheese sashimi
'Cause it takes blood sugar and lots of energy to shuffle your feet
And go dancing with me tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
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I heard a rumor that you
died and went to hell but
it was too cold for you and
you never kiss and tell
So you came back up to me
just lookin' for something to do
now aren't you glad you found me?
Have I got just the thing for you
Put your dirty love in a ball
and bounce it off me
Push me up against the dirty wall
and squeeze it out of me
My stance is too wide for that stall
Are you gonna out me?
Put your dirty love in a ball
and bounce it off me
Your face was a petunia
Your body was glistening
I tried and tried to tell ya'
but you weren't listening
You don't seem like yourself
IS something wrong with you?
Cause I've got just the thing
to turn your grey skies to blue
Put your dirty love in a ball
and bounce it off me
Push me up against the dirty wall
and squeeze it out of me
My stance is too wide for that stall
Are you gonna out me?
Put your love into a dirty ball
and bounce it off me
Cool times and tasty love await you
Good vibes and Budweiser invade you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Bounce!
Bounce!
Like a dog that don't come when ya call
So goes my bouncing dirty ball
When love gets angry and love gets mean
You'll need a ball that's never clean
Like a double down when stakes are high
My dirty ball will never die
When love consumes you in its fire
Let the bouncing ball bounce you higher
Let the bouncing ball bounce you higher
Let the bouncing ball bounce you higher
Let the bouncing ball bounce you higher
Let the bouncing ball bounce you higher!
Put your dirty love in a ball
and bounce it off me
Push me up against the dirty wall
and squeeze it out of me
My stance is too wide for that stall
Are you gonna out me?
Put your love into a dirty ball
and bounce it off me
Cool times and tasty love await you
Good vibes and Budweiser invade you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Thank god my ball will never hate you
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Never hates you!
My ball will never hate you!
It never hates you!
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She goes to work
Everyday she's there
She's doing something different with her hair
He seems like a jerk
But he tells her what she wants to hear
And that's more than anyone else there
Lovers beware
They clearly don't appreciate you
They want to separate you
And nobody cares
Life's clearly not fair
The rancid stench is everytime that love's in the air
(Hey!) It's all around you
(Hey!) Feel it surround you
(Hey!) And it will drown you
(Hey!)
She wakes from a dream
And she starts to scream his name
But he is nowhere to be found
'Cause he knows that they're fucked
As he hides inside the heating duct
Being careful not to make a sound
Lovers beware
They're very good at what they do
And they will find you
And everyone stares
Life's clearly not fair
The rancid stench is everytime that love's in the air
(Hey!) It's all around you
(Hey!) Feel it surround you
(Hey!) And it will drown you
(Hey!) Yeah
Someone somewhere is keeping track of what every pension costs
But he cares not for the human resources that he exhausts
Hey!
Now she's receiving a raise
And the corporation praises her
For her steadfast dedication
His conscience is clean
And he's kept alive by machine
And his heart is under sedation
Lovers beware
They were setting out to separate you
And they will devastate you
Nobody cares
Life's clearly not fair
The rancid stench is everytime that love's in the air
(Hey!) It's all around you
(Hey!) And it will drown you
(Hey!) Feel it surround you
(Hey!) It's all around you
(Hey!) And it will drown you
(Hey!) Feel it surround you
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I didn't do anything last year
Except for dreaming of doing nothing this year
So come put your finger in my ear
'Cause your heat is rising
And your heat is rising
Any time you wanna leave your lover for me
Would be a good time to leave your lover for me
So come lose your ooze upon my knee
'Cause your heat is rising
And your heat is rising
'Cause fires like these
Enable thieves to steal from your mind
And everything you once believed
You must leave it all behind
'Cause your heat, heat is rising
And your heat is rising
Come young children one by one
And stare directly into the sun
Look in my eyes and point your steely gun
Into my evil horizon
'Cause your heat is rising
And fires like these
Enable thieves to steal from your mind
And everything you once believed
You must leave it all behind
'Cause your heat, heat is rising
And your heat is rising
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Where you gonna be when your cells divide?
They're coming and you've got no place to hide
You better listen to the beautiful girl inside
who wants her face cuts
Face cuts
Just enough to survive
Will you do whatever it takes to stay in the show?
Cause right now you've got a face for radio
I don't want to be the one to let you go
But I'll surely leave you behind
Picture yourself in Tinseltown
Lights are flashing, applause is loud
waving to the throngs of adoring crowds
who want your face cuts
face cuts
Just a touch of your life
Anything worth having, girl
is never free
Cause I look down on you
Looking up at me
Now you're going under for your surgery
Well I'll be right there by your side
You can be a shining star in the TV sky
OR maybe do a little twinkling in the movies (oh my!)
You'll be reaching for the brightest light
Tonight
Inside of an oyster is a beautiful pearl
And it saddens me that you weren't long for this world
But I'll still be on the lookout for the perfect girl
Who gets her face cut
Face cuts
A face that cuts through the night
And when I make all of my money you'll be on my mind
It was the hardest thing for me
to leave you behind
It's a good thing that young suckahs are easy to find
cause I'm running out of time
You can be a shining star in the TV sky
OR maybe do a little twinkling in the movies (oh my!)
You'll be reaching for the brightest light
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
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Every day she gets by
It's just another day closer to the day she die
The day is passing her by
And the night is just a sequence of her heavy cries
Heavy woman
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she turns around
Tremors where she stood on the ground
And I promise you you never heard a sound like the sound
Of heavy woman's thighs
She don't see no reason why
That a man can't get a-on with her heavy life
Don't she know she don't fly?
She just keeps on shooting butter from her butter knife
Heavy woman
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she sat on the mummies
On the floor it snapped
And I promise you you never want to find yourself trapped
In heavy woman thighs
Ooh!
Heaviness never lies
And heavy dreams lay beneath her heavy eyes
Yeah she was once a little girl
But somewhere down the line she fell into a heavy world
Yeah
Heavy woman
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she leans down
You can feel it in a neighboring town
Then the scientists might think that it will affect the tides
When heavy woman dies
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[Woman: I say there's nothing wrong with liking a flashy man]
Flashy man!
[Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy]
Flashy man!
[Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy]
Leaving all his troubles in a trashcan
[Flashy...flashy]
Running all his money through Tajikistan
[Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy]
[Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy]
He won't apologise
'Cos he's not sorry
You're the station wagon
To his Ferrari
Ain't nothing wrong with a flashy man
Son of Sam
Flashy man!
Every night he has another number one fan
He won't apologise
'Cos he's not sorry
He's the X-Box
To your Atari
Look out here comes the flash!
[Oh yeah!]
Flash!
[Woman: He's in a predator mode]
Flashy man!
[Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy]
Flashy man!
[Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy]
Locking his emotions in a tin can
He's hitting all your walls and working the middle
Stay (?) up or play like a fiddle
Look out here comes a flash!
[Flashy...flashy...flashy...flashy]
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Back in the years before blood lost all its flavor
You slipped and fell but you fell into my favor
But I chose the land between Dam and Bethsheba(?)
Because I heard they were looking for a savior
So I focused my attentions on the wars in the west
Drew up a battle plan and put my armies to the test
You came walking through the sands and you were wearing that dress
Lost my interest in the boys and the mess
Dropped to my knees and began to confess
I control the world
You control my heart
And life was easier
Than watching evil empires fall apart
Oh yes it was
You saw that only my bloodlust could ever tear us apart
So you raided my artillery for a tranqulizer dart
You steady took your aim and shot me straight in the heart
Let your tender reign over me start
I'd spend the next twenty years with my head between your knees
All the while making sure you heard my cautionary pleas
There's a price on my head at which nobody would sneeze
'Cause I've sailed and sailed the seven seas
Accumulating so many enemies
They would fall to me
And I would fall to you
And you're the closest thing I'll ever have to Waterloo
When they write my history
Will they include all your conquests of me?
I control the world
You controlled my heart
Your light would always guide my armada in the dark
Your sight will be preserved in statues and in art
And life was easier than watching evil empires fall apart
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She's a nine to fiver
Got evil up inside her
She's a, she's a graphic designer.
Nobody does it finer
Photoshop entire simplification Messiah.
Crop and suicider(?)
Pen tones and nine-to-niner
She's even redesigning China!
Taking bullshit higher,
running something by her
She's a, she's a graphic designer.
And she knows, her designs on me are graphic
And she goes, into work early to avoid traffic
And she don't need applause
and she don't need prat
and she don't need your feedback to know where it's at
and she don't need no resume to get thru my door
you better bring your A-game when you wage your war on designer
Designer
She's a nine to fiver
Got evil up inside her
She's a, she's a graphic designer.
Taking your shit higher,
running something by her
She's a, she's a graphic designer.
And she don't need applause
and she don't need prat
and she don't need your feedback to know where it's at
and she don't need no resume to get thru my door
you better bring your A-game when you wage your war on designer
Designer, Hey!
She's a nine to fiver
Got evil up inside her
She's a, she's a graphic designer.
Airbrushing out your shiner
BA from Carolina
She's a, she's a graphic designer.
She's a graphic designer.
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Did i meet you, baby, on a transatlantic flight?
Jfk to Heathrow in the middle of the night.
And if i am mistaken you must let me know.
I'll take your leave and away i go.
Ooh.. ooh..
Ooh.. ooh..
Taxi down the runway and sail into the sky.
I thought i caught your eye then, you seemed a little shy.
The captain's on the radio, he says "buckle your seat tight"
"there's nasty weather; we're in for a bumpy flight"
In the event of a water landing,
You can use my body as a flotation device.
It's getting cold now,
You can use my body as a flotation device!
Headline of the paper reads a tragedy,
A fire in the night over the Nova Scotia sea,
There's no survivors, no signs of life are found,
The ocean a mute witness to what has just gone down.
Did i meet you, baby, on a transatlantic flight?
The one that disappeared there in the middle of the night,
You know i loved you, baby, though i never got to show you,
Seems we've an eternity for me to get to know you.
In the event of a water landing,
You can use my body as a flotation device.
It's getting cold now,
You can use my body as a flotation device!.....
Everybody's dead,
Everybody's dead,
Everybody's dead,
Everybody's dead,
Everybody's dead..
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Love is nothing more than a stain on a dress
Watching what you sold being purchased for less
Euthanasia that's easy to ingest
and they call this making progress
If you take a billion plus a little finesse
and dreamy Yale boys cashing in on their success
Then you take a bath in Uncle Sam's treasure chest
That equals making progress
Meanwhile I am drowning in an ocean of stress
Analyzing data for a sure sure bet
An affordable commodity that I can invest
Your love
Your sweet sweet love I guess
Baby baby baby it would best
If we got together tonight and regressed
It's not like we'd be de-evolving
and the world wouldn't stop revolving
We could forget the problems no one's solving
Surely I jest
and you're not listening anyway
Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess
So repress your insecurities and take off that dress
Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess
Will be a fine day for making progress
Will be a fine day for making progress
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