Born to Die
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don’t know why Keep making me laugh Let’s go get high The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime
Come on take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane Choose your last words, this is the last time Cause you and I, we were born to die
Off to the Races
My old man is a tough man but He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam And he shows me, he knows me Every inch of my tar black soul He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life In fact he says he thinks it's why he might like about me Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling stone
Likes to watch me in the glass room bathroom, Chateau Marmont Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him
Cola (NSFW))
My pussy taste like Pepsi-Cola, My eyes are wide like cherry pies. I gots a taste for men who're older It's always been, so it's no surprise.
Harvey's in the sky with diamonds and he's making me crazy (I come alive, alive) All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby.
Come on, baby, let's ride We can escape to the great sunshine. I know your wife, and she wouldn't mind We made it out to the other side
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Cry Little Sister
A last fire will rise behind those eyes Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie Immortal fear, that voice so clear Through broken walls, that scream I hear
Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall Come to your brother - Thou shall not die Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill
Twisted Transistor - Pack
Hey you, hey you, Devil's little sister Listening to your Twisted Transistor Hold it between your legs Turn it up, turn it up Low end is coming through Can't get enough
A lonely life, where no one understands you But don't give up, because the music do Music do Because the music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your scream's a whisper Hang on you Twisted Transistor
Pet
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come
Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do, like I do Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils, See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
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