Can't you hear those cavalry drumsHijacking your equilibriumMidnight snacks in the mausoleumWhere the pixilated doctors moanCarnivores in the Kowloon nightBreathing freon by the candlelightCoquettes bitch slap you so politeTill you thank themFor the tea and sympathy I want to defyThe logic of all sex lawsLet the handcuffs slip off your wristsI'll let you be my chaperoneAt the halfway homeI'm a full grown manBut I'm not afraid to cry Neptune's lips taste like fermented winePerfumed blokes on the Ginza lineRunning buck wild like a concubineWho's mother never held her handBrief encounters in Mercedes BenzWearing hepatitis contact lensBed and breakfast getaway weekendsWith Sports Illustrated moms I want to defyThe logic of all sex lawsLet the handcuffs slip off your wristsI'll let you be my chaperoneAt the halfway homeI'm a full grown manBut I'm not afraid to cry

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight driveIt takes a miracle just to surviveYour favourite animals call your nameYou keep on sleepingThrough the poignant rain I think we're going crazyHer left eye is lazyShe looks so IsraeliNicotine and gravy I'll feed you fruit that don't existI'll leave graffiti Where you've never been kissedI'll do your laundryMassage your soulI'll turn you overTo the highway patrol I think we're going crazyThings don't even faze meHer left eye is lazyNicotine and gravyMiracles amaze meShe looks so IsraeliLove the way she plays meI think I'm going crazy I don't want to die tonightI don't want to die tonight

I'm mixing business with leatherChristmas with HeatherFreaks flock togetherAnd make all the b-boys scream All rightTurn it up nowAll rightTurn it up now Word up to the manthingShe's always cold lampingVisine at the canteenI just wanna watch you dance Do you wanna ride on the Baltic SeaI'll be your mistress C.O.D.I'll comb your hairRe-write your diaryPour champagne on a honey bee She can really do meShe can look right through meAnd make all the b-boys scream I'm mixing fitness with leatherHomework with HeatherFreaks flock togetherAnd make all the lesbians scream All rightTurn it up nowAll rightTurn it up now

We like the boysWith the bullet proof vestsWe like the girlsWith the cellophane chestsWe like to ride on executive planesWe like to sit around and get real paid I know you really want itCos your Daddy's always on itAnd he knows just how to flaunt itHe got pictures in his walletAnd he wanna be your loverDoes he look just like my motherDoes he cover you like butterOr just leave you in the gutter I want to know if I'm worth your timeThere's so much to do before you dieThursday night, I think I'm pregnant againTouch my ass if you're qualified

Hot milkMmmm...tweak my nippleChampagne and rippleShamans go crippleMy sales go tripleWe drop lobotomy beatsEvaporated meatsOn hi-tech streetWe go soloDance floors and talk showsHot dogs, No DozHot Sex in back rows I wanna know what makes you screamBe your twenty million dollar fantasyTreat you real goodExpensive jeansHollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene Touch it real good if you want a pieceParty people know I'm that type of freak People look so snootyTake pills make them moodyAutomatic bzootyZero to tutti fruittiSex in the hallsNiagra FallsLocal shopping malls receiveAnonymous callsHot like a cheetahNeon mamacitaEat at tacoriaPop lockin' beats from KoreaLooking like jail baitSelling lots of real estateLooking like a hot dateBanging like an 808 Do you want to feel this?Do you want to feel this? Norman SchwartzkoffSomething tells me you want to go homeChampagne, biblesCustom clothes you ownCalling up from special area codesHollywood nuns with the Hollywood phonesI got nothing to do, nowhere to goI'll tell you what you wantIf you want to knowSatin sheetsTropical oilsTurn up the heatTill the swimming pool boilsLet all the neighborsRead it in the papersMaking all those gentlemen cryRealistic tears Jockin my MercedesProbably have my babyShop at Old NavyHe wish he was a Lady

The snipers are passed outIn the bushes againI'm glad I got my suit dry-cleanedBefore the riots startedCos there's only rehashed facesOn the bread line tonightSoon you'll be a figmentOf some infamous life Billionaires smile like weaponsPassing out platinum pensionsThey're out of kontrolNo one knows how low they'll go (Hold on)Take a ride on a broken train Those bra burning deporteesAt the service stationThey know that beigeIs the color of resignation We're out of kontrolNo one knows how low we'll go(Hold on)Take a ride on a broken train Shining like crystal tiarasGhettos and grey RivierasThis is the real me ladiesYou won't find no shelter here Tell me, what's your zip code babyDid you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap

Don't tell your right hand babyWhat your left hand doYou know those road check girlsWill make your brown breath blue Peaches and CreamYou make a garbage man screamSuch a dangerous dreamPeaches and Cream. You look good in that sweaterAnd that aluminum crutchI'm gonna let you down easyI've got a delicate touch Peaches and CreamYou make a garbage man screamCome on girl it's a dream You're a torn out pageFrom a best selling bookYour home girl's on the lineBut your daddy's off the hookWhere do we go now? Give those pious soldiersAnother lollipopCause we're on the good shipMenage et toisPeaches and CreamYou make a garbage man screamSuch a delicate thing Keep your lamplight trimmed and burning

Don't take your red ribbons offYou're about to make a fool of yourselfIn the aluminum sunsetDrinking from a drainI'm a hundred miles behind myself Milk and honeyPouring down like moneyMake a poor boy wanna runMilk and HoneyDo you wanna love meUnder the aluminum sun Did you hear those war torn storiesWhere the lifeguards slept in the streetsIn the jungle landsWith the cold cola cansYou'll get the keys to the city for free Milk and honeyPouring down like moneyBring a poor boy to his kneesMilk and honeyNo it isn't funnyLiving in a garden of sleaze Bangkok athletes in the biosphereArkansas wet dreamsWe all disappearKremlin mistressRings the buddah chimesShe slips me ruffiesReceding hairlines She's all right...touching my bodyShe's all right...on my computerShe's all right...selling me watchesShe's all right...ring on my finger

Searchlights on the skylineJust looking for a friendWho's gonna love my babyWhen she's gone around the bendEgyptian bells are ringingWhen it's her birthdaySweet nothin', I'm talking about youThere's a hurricane blowing your way Oooooh such a beautiful wayTo break your heartOooooh such a beautiful wayTo break my heartThere's someone calling your nameIt's driving you insane You were wearing that stained raincoatAnd your umbrella was a tangled messYou were washed up on the glittering shoresLooking for another crime to confessYou bribed yourselfOut of a place in the sunBut you had some change to spareSo you said you wanna spend it on meAnd shook the blues out of your hair Oooooh such a beautiful wayTo break your heartOooooh such a beautiful wayTo break my heartThere's someone calling your nameYou're gonna miss that train. . . . . . . . . . . . .Oooooh such a beautiful wayTo break your heartOooooh such a beautiful wayTo break my heartThere's someone calling your nameIt's driving you insane

The countryside is overgrownThere's a lighthouse in her soulWrestling with butcher girlsShe don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tearsI could sleep inside her bonesA hundred years Lizards in the pressure zoneMother knows it's only a phase Cherry gardens feel like iceHazard lights from her pastUnderneath the broken bridgeHookers hug illegal dadsMasterpieces liquidate in fertile tearsI could sleep inside her bonesA hundred years Lizards in the pressure zoneMother knows it's only a phase