Whore is the goddess tonight
Anal religion and pissing sacrament art
Dance! Dance! Dance!
Dance! Dance!...
Your body is your bread
Breasts will give the milk no more
but they you to live on
Grow them 
Guitars And Tiki Bars lyrics


Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
Tired of this tired ol' tie I got on
Sick of this traffic jam th
nice! Right on! Right on!
Till they waste and fade away
Many souls are lost in sleep...

For a better day!

Dance! Dance! Dance!
This place is mean and the smoke blends
with sweat
Thousands of male pricks
Are ready to lunge!!!
You a
A Better Place lyrics

I'd like to tell you a story
come sit with me here by the sea
I cant promise it wont
re the star!

Where I come from
I wouldn't dare to bring my worst enemy,
nobody but me
Among the skeletons,
ruin and cold hand...
I'm too weak to die
Have no faith to raise

I'm looking for the key
Lost it by oversight
Million years
American Made lyrics

Give me some antiseptic
To wash this headache away
Give me a syringe
To inject the pain
Give me som
 ago
You send me a fleeing smile...

I love to see your dance
You stretch and shake, shake all over
Reflections on the wall
I scent you anywhere in this place

Why tell me why
I smell my mother on you?

Can't we stop the time?