here sat babylon fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong where the decadent tastes of hell grew strong like a curse upon this tragic kingdom Dusk
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees
Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave And though Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade Wooed by Dresden serenades Her soundtrack now a bombing raid Bored of vaudeville God was six days sober On the night
As pride precedes a downfall So he took his place before the firewall Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was
Pour the emerald wine Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kisses catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent
, pop pop / Play it for me baby We’re doing real, filthy pop / Give it to me real, filthy pop Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop / Spin that disc
Dance You're Something, I'm Frightened Of I've Got To Get Clean The Rain Will Cleanse Me And I've Got To Wash These Filthy Hands Because It's All
(Hold me.) Hold me my daddy, I never felt lower than dirt on the Floor. I say hold me my daddy, I never felt like crying oceans Before. If this means
real filthy pop! Spin that shit Spin it till it's platinum. Huh Huh huh. Yeah yeah yeah. filthy pop Pop pop pop we're done Real filthy pop.
' come see the world's only two foot [Incomprehensible] We've got free popcorn an' balloons for the kids Come on down} Everybody's tryin' to get filthy
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
Just stay the night And we'll see that things can work out And this will last forever How long can we wait for things to change And this will last forever
It's so simple Got a whole list of issues Inside of my brain Gathered right next to the temple Write all my rhymes in pencil So I can erase 'em The morning
Ha, alright Give it to me now I know, I ain't lucky in nothin' Well, that's a constant unemployment line And I know, I ain't lucky in lovin' I spent
From L.A. to New York, London, and Moscow The monkey is screamin' He's spreading his spell The monkey be God and make you beg on your knees You'll be
David, maybe you can help me without Goin' back and listening to the lyrics Sure, what's up, Travis? You know what, do we wanna do everything in unison
