Got no head. It's a bucket with teeth. It likes to dream. It likes to sleep. . It knows hot. It knows cool. It know what's what. It's no fool. . Fill up the bucket with.
Find us at night by our glowing embers. this band's curse inflicts all its members. gotta get stoned once in a while. we get stoned like its going out of style.
Consumption of feces. Bulimic excretion begins. . Now you binge on shit. Helps to keep you thin. . A diet of death - a diet of shit. Wasting away until nothing is left.
This diamond flow I hear, this shiny hole I wear. This broken rock we breathe was once a lifeless square. We welcome you to here, it isn't so I fear. We wouldn't want to stay another perfect day.
I know a place. Where the visitor always stays. Beauty runs 'em down. When they chance to cross that way. Through the night I hear that strain. Beauty's on my trail again.
Serious bi curious, buy anything. Buy it or shaving cream goes down the drain. Blue-vine, batwing, cannibal. Hurrah, hurrah. . Voyeuristic sculpture and fertility.
And when I wake up in the morning. To feel the daybreak on my face. There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling. With a knife to open up the sky's vein.
Baby don't blink, lightening speed. Anything is alright with me. Chase that rabbit, up the tree. Anything is alright with me. . Honey dripping, plastic flowers.
New methods, new machines, new products. New methods, new machines, new products. New methods, new machines, new products. New methods, new machines. new machines, new products.
Did you ever feel like you wanna be. Someone else for just one day?. Did you ever feel like you wanna see. Through another pair of lies?. . Did you ever think I'm a wannabe with.
(McNeal/Jay G/Papalexis/Larossi/Benn/Yacoub/Swing). I'm talking about the badlands. Ain't nothing but a sadland. I don't blame it on the city. But the badlands put its mark on you.
Dorme, dorme, dorme. Dorme Cinderela, dorme Cinderela. Dorme Cinderela. . Dorme, dorme, dorme. Dorme Cinderela. Eu me acabo. . Dorme, dorme, dorme. Dorme Cinderela.
Baby, it's not okay. You're breaking my heart. Since you walked away. I've been losing my mind. . You have found a way. To make things seem alright. Partying everyday.
Bye bye Ronnie, Ronnie goes to jail. Nancy hocks her furs for bail. Oral Roberts prays for money in the mail. Ronnie baby your ass is on the rail. . Go ahead Ronnie turn yourself in.
I hear you speakin' loud and clear but I still can't understand. I think I'd rather kill myself than meet your demands. I never needed reason to reason with my mind.