We took your invitations and shoved them down into your
All the painted comers and second rate jocks
Ninety-five degrees of
Red streak on the run
Eleven June Nineteen
Milk loaded into the
Andersonville
Bloated sow in some flood, drowned
A crowd surrounds
Just a
All year you've been hangin' around
Like you wuz waitin' for
Chances are doors that just open up
I don't just carry
Your meat's gone bad, but you serve it cold
Waitress got
First you twist the cherry
Then you taste the seed
You might
I'm packing my bags
I'm Tunica bound
Assassination threats
Won't get me down
I'
You got our blessings and we touched your face
But there
Now you know I'm ready
Can't you see I'm ready
Well hell
junkie nurse
junkie nurse, o junkie nurse
I met you on 11th
L-U-C-Y, skin flint, so high
Spot five cent for destiny, hooked
She's got juice ripe and ready
Soaking her sleeve
It's good to
Nothing ever happens so don't stand in line
It's knowledge in
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