I'll make you deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your futures at stake
My scent is amazing, it even smells like a street
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the walls "I smell the blood of La Tre Katers"
Rolled up scandal, and other bars
Having so much fun with the poisonous people,
spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up.
Some make you sing, and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner thats selling papier mâché
Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
So you scream out of line
"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?"
Trey butch little number one say "Daddy, I want you"
When its good, its really good, and when its bad I go to pieces
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
On the street where you live I put a hole in my head,
for I put all I had in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar of a church with the *toy jar* {?}
Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind,
but we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds
'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
who press you on the prowl while shaking in fright
I guess we'll cruise down one more time,
with you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
We'll jump in the river holding hands.
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your futures at stake
My scent is amazing, it even smells like a street
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the walls "I smell the blood of La Tre Katers"
Rolled up scandal, and other bars
Having so much fun with the poisonous people,
spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up.
Some make you sing, and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner thats selling papier mâché
Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
So you scream out of line
"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?"
Trey butch little number one say "Daddy, I want you"
When its good, its really good, and when its bad I go to pieces
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
On the street where you live I put a hole in my head,
for I put all I had in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar of a church with the *toy jar* {?}
Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind,
but we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds
'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
who press you on the prowl while shaking in fright
I guess we'll cruise down one more time,
with you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
We'll jump in the river holding hands.