| Beginning Lyrics | Song Title | Album/Year |
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| Lines form on my face and hands... | |
| The telephone is ringing. You've got me on the run... | |
| I love the dead before they're cold... | |
| Hello! Hooray! Let the show begin. I've been ready... | |
| [Title] I think you're gonna like it, I think you're gonna feel you belong.... | |
| I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing until they got ahold of me... | |
| Well, we've got no choice all the girls and boys... | |
| Dear darlin' surprised to hear from me? Bet you're sittin' drinkin' coffee, yawnin' sleepily... | |
| I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice... | |
| I'm a clone. I know it and I'm fine. I'm one, and more are on the way... | |
| | Beginning Lyrics | Song Title | Album/Year |
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| Man got his woman to take his seed he got the power oh she got the need... | |
| If there is a tear on my face it makes me shiver to the bones... | |
| Hey bro, take it slow, you ain't livin' in a video | |
| [Title] Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel... | |
| When I get home from work I want to wrap myself around you... | |
| Your cruel device, your blood like ice. One look could kill, my pain, your thrill... | |
| Well, I ain't evil, I'm just good lookin'. Start a little fire, and baby start cookin'... | |
| Who's the Queen of the lockeroom? Who's the cream of the crop? | |
| What have I got that makes you want to love me? | |
| For criminal acts and violence on the stage. For being a brat... | |
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