broken glass and have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins
space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spazmatic strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed
one takes a spin This is the next to last song And that's all, all Remember what I have said Remember, wrap up the bread Do this, do that, make your bed
one takes a spin This is the next-to-last song And that's all, all Remember what I have said Remember, wrap up the bread Do this, do that, make your bed
My love is candi My love is candi 'Cause my love is candi, oh Odd, so bugged out world that we both live in But we're not dead we gotta bed So hey let
your boxes in your car And you both look so young And last night was hard, you said You packed up every room And then you cried and went to bed But today
I'm 12 o'clock, all daylight hours, I'll warm your bed, I'll grow your flowers. Like I'm a miniature sun this ball ignited when she told me I was her
You could put a label on a life, Put a label on a lifestyle Sometimes... You know Put a label on how you wake up every morning And go to bed
look like shit, and the smell is even better And I feel like shit, and I wanna go back to bed You can walk through walls You can make the head on a doll spin
the dash Yeah Pimp' dont put ur fingers on my glass Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck And in the other side of the bed Yeah she wanna get stuff
late Your tongue twist perverse Come drink now of this curse And now I fill your brain I spin you round again My poison fills your head As I tuck you into bed
seems to care) Within their eyes Some young lovers are laughing loud And there's some old suckers trying to get down The evening spins around and round (Spins
loud, too loud Smile across the front page ... across the spread Vanity the day you're eliptic in your bed, oh-oh-oh Co-fight, pro-fight, Johnny's in a spin
Whole lotta nothing Oh yeah yeah Take me on a spin Do your thing But you can't get in No no Ain't about to give it all up Just because you pull up in
Fatal fascination for the seedy part of town Walk down the street and your head spins round Don't be seen alone without your friends at night Take a gun
in bed Oh, breakfast in bed I get my juice, toast and a pat on the head Breakfast in bed Toast for tea and a pat on the head Breakfast in bed She give
And the moments where my good times start to fade You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed Sing like bird, dizzy in my head Spin like a record
hell Had me under a spell Got that ass doin' yoga Didn't care that she's olda Got off the stage Ended up at her place We were burning up the bed Fire