| Lyrics | |
| Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a thousand go's | |
| Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this Brand new beat | |
| Oh anything I want he gives it to me | |
| I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily | |
| A nuclear era, but I have no fear | |
| The gambler's face cracks into a grin | |
| From every dingy basement on every dingy street | |
| We earn more than you | |
| You're never gonna ride that lonely mile or put yourself on trial | |
| Everybody say, 'Is he all right?' And everybody say, 'What's he like? | |
| | Lyrics | |
| I've been beat up and thrown out | |
| I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back | |
| You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped | |
| My baby bought me a | |
| So if your gonna take a message 'cross the town | |
| Hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun | |
| Elevator goin' up | |
| Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls | |
| Drinkin' brew for breakfast | |
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