Crimes
Blood Brothers lyrics
Blood Brothers lyrics
"Doctor Doctor Lyrics"
If These Are The Things Lyrics
If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream Anymore
She shacked up with the wrong surgeon
Doctor! Doctor!
What have you done?
She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels
and woke up with skin like fingernails.
Doctor! Doctor!
What pleasure do you crave when
When the hospital lights are dimmed low?
This knife cut fashion lacks compassion,
but who says being an abomination of human cartilage isn't a statement?
Now cover girl, your cover up drips like dairy.
Bad Motor Scooter (Live) Lyrics
If you get lonely on your daddy's farm Just remember I don't live too far. And there's a red bridge
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When I see you, walking by yourself,If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream Anymore
She shacked up with the wrong surgeon
Doctor! Doctor!
What have you done?
She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels
and woke up with skin like fingernails.
Doctor! Doctor!
What pleasure do you crave when
NIGHT AND DAY Lyrics
Like the beat, beat, beat of the tomtom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tock of the
sex lacks passion?Like the beat, beat, beat of the tomtom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tock of the
When the hospital lights are dimmed low?
This knife cut fashion lacks compassion,
but who says being an abomination of human cartilage isn't a statement?
Now cover girl, your cover up drips like dairy.
Bad Motor Scooter (Live) Lyrics
If you get lonely on your daddy's farm Just remember I don't live too far. And there's a red bridge
I wanna cut the corners off your lips,
I wanna shave the angles off your cheeks,
I wanna wash the geometry off your face.
Those cosmetics run, run, run like ivory blood burns.
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Be My Yoko Lyrics
I need an angel I need a pilot I need a lover to watch over me Into the nightfall With s
ou keep coming back to get fucked on the operating table.I need an angel I need a pilot I need a lover to watch over me Into the nightfall With s
You keep coming back a different shade of nauseating.
It's time to take that face back to the bank
and count the cash you really make.
Pennies, doctor, pennies!