: Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long years Stole many a man's soul and faith And
: I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man No, you can
: I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right.
: We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks We give 'em credit, You can call the bank It's just a business, You can pay us in crude You love these toys
: I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the farm yard upset
: I got this sexdrive Driving me mad I've got to drive you crazy Best you've ever had I got this sexdrive Driving me mad Got to drive you crazy The best
: Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the
That Van Gogh sky shrinks the city that shrinks me Man's amazing paved maze dictates paths we take I know you know traps ease I know no trapeze
Bring the noise!.. I lied Right to your face And I'll burn In flames Damned In flames..
I lied Right to your face And I'll burn Eternally in flames In flames... Instinct Has failed me now Enslaved By my deceit Lies sink in like gasoline
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women
I just can't be seen with you I admit it anyway I just got obscene with you I don't stand a chance with you I never did anyway I can't even sleep
Love comes at the speed of light Love comes at the speed of light Love comes in a strange disguise Love comes Open the door and let the light pour
We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks We give 'em credit, You can call the bank It's just a business, You can pay us in crude You love these toys
I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the farm yard upset
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right. I
Fling you out into orbit No one's going to hear you shout And fools aren't going to follow You don't send the sleaze about Now you're sad sad sad
The fields of Eden Are full of trash And if we beg and we borrow and steal We'll never get it back People are hungry They crowd around And the