You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you've housed in your covers My...
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead Praying on their corpses, their...
( Smog ) When I was seven I told my mother, To take me to...
Oh yes I'm guilty You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you've housed...
When i was seven I asked my mother To trip me to the bay And...
First you smile at lord, i found you first Liquified...
Hear me spit on you, wither I Remold into gold...
I climbed your arms And you pulled away New cavity...
(originally done by duran duran) Out on the tar plains...
Paint the streets in white! Death is the standard Breach...
Like these pistols And your hair hangs Blanket over hollow...
I'll stick you a little Enough to take your Oxygen...
Yo chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the headphones... Wicked...
This ain't no motherfuckin stick up Just pick the stick...
I'll never be the same, breaking decency Don't be tree...