thru the flowers who are hing 'round the corners He's movin' down the street-now he likes the look of that cadillac pow pow pow pow Is this love some kinda love
its perfect! The sound of her young legs in stockings the rhythem of her walk, it's beautiful Just let it twist, let it break let it buckle, let it bend
him with my pen 'Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink Every thing's getting strange looking Half the people have turned into squealing pigs The other half are cooking Well, let
You have a heart and I have a key Lie back and let me unlock you Those heathens you hang with down by the sea All they want to do is defrock you I know
all so guilty sad Easy money Pour it down the open drain Pour it all through my veins Pour it down, yeah, let it rain And pour that ever loving stuff
fears of Gun are the fears of everyone. Fingers down the throat of love Fingers down the throat of love Fingers down the throat of love Love! Love!
, through the rain Through cities of packed dirt and bone She's prepared to accept the burden of the world's great pain Ah, here she comes I will love
t no good People they ain't no good at all To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let aal the pink-eyed