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Baby's Gonna Burn
04:34
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Here comes my baby
Matted dark red hair
Here comes my baby
Pretty face so fair
A little short dress
On little short legs
Jail-house tattoos
And black fish-nets
Staying out all night long
Drinking hard and smoking too
Spends all day watching TV with her friends
Her life’s a party that never-ever ends
She says “you’re only young once”
“Better live while you can"
She says "come on baby”
“I want all I can stand”
Yeah she's gonna burn
She's gonna get what she deserves
There's a place in Hell waiting for her
She won't bother working at all
She says "you know the pension is free"
She likes her drugs and she likes her little pills
And the way she knocks them down gives me a chill
But she says "one day soon"
"I'll sort this mess out"
Then she says "until then babe"
"I'll just be hanging about"
Yeah she's gonna burn
She's gonna get what she deserves
There's a place in Hell that's waiting for her
She's as bad as they come
She's as bad as bad can ever be
She speeds to hell like a run-away train
But I'd give my soul just to take that ride again
She says "at least where I'll be"
"I'll get to see my friends"
She says "so give in babe"
"It's all the same the end"
Yeah I'm gonna burn
I'm gonna get what I deserve
There's a place in Hell for me and her
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2. |
Porno Girl
03:02
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I love a porno-girl
In a glossy magazine
The camera turns her on
And she gives me what I need
Reclining dressed in leather
Now kneeling on a tether
Monroe with boa feather
You're my every fantasy
You fulfil my every wish
With painted eyes and plastic lips
And those silicone balloons
Oh Babe I think I'm gonna swoon
I love a porno-girl...
She sits for all the world to see
Her legs are spread akimbo
She says, “I am not a bimbo”
“You know I got an arts degree”
“I'm a girl who knows how she wants it”
“If you've got it you should flaunt it”
Oh lord her wisdom never ends
Check out the way that girl can bend
I love a porno-girl...
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3. |
Criminal Man
08:42
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When I was a little-bitty boy
My dear mama she died
When I was a little-bitty boy
My dear mama she died
My daddy didn’t care none
He left me alone when I cried
When I was sad (when I was blue)
I would sit with Mama’s things
Her comb and her dress and her stockings
Her shoes and her pretty rings
I’d lie down there in the dark with ’em
And the whole wide world it would sing
Well my daddy he worked in pictures
He knew a lotta pretty girls
My daddy he worked in pictures
(You know what I’m talkin’ about)
He knew a lotta pretty girls
Well they all had long hair and long, long legs
And skin that shone just like a pearls
Then one day I saw her
So I followed her home
Then one day I saw her (standing like an angel)
So I followed her home
I stole her slip I stole her stockings
Her shoes and her comb
You see I can’t help it
I know what I am
You see I can’t help it
I know what I am
All you good people hate me
I am a criminal man
Criminal man
Criminal man
Can’t fight what’s inside me
I know what I am
All you good people hate me
I am a criminal man
So when she was going out
I was breaking in
Touching all the fine things
That had touched her fine skin
I’d lie down there in the dark with ’em
And the whole wide world it would sing
Well one day she caught me
So I hit her pretty head
Well one day she caught me (what could I do?)
So I hit her pretty head
Well by the time I was finished oh
That poor sweet little girl she was dead
You see I can’t help it....
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4. |
It's Getting Late
02:59
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Get home from work
Gotta get changed
First of all I better
Take a shower and a shave
Call a cab
Gonna hit the clubs
There’s a world full of women
Who are looking for love
Get there early
See who’s on the floor
A single pretty lady
Is what I’m looking for
But beggars can’t choose
And winners can’t loose
So anything in high heels
And skirt will do
It’s getting late and I’m just out here
Looking for some fun
I wouldn’t even be here
If I was trying to fall in love
Some girls pass by
But they don’t stay
I wait here five long hours
’Til one comes my way
Well she’s not that pretty
But I’m pretty drunk
A few more boring stories
I’ll be in her bunk
It’s getting late . . .
So I lost my Self
Within her embrace
I lost my Self
To an anonymous face
Gotta get up
Gotta get home
Before she wakes up
And wants the number to my phone
It’s getting late . . .
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5. |
Guttermouth
05:54
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Pink suspenders in the gutter
Not a word more he will ever utter
Stilettos lying on the ground
And his teeth are ripped right out
Won’t I D this little girl
Crimson ribbons through golden curls
Pink suspenders in the gutter
Not a word more he will ever utter
Lips that licked a thousand pricks
Will never turn another trick
Oh this life is never fair
I hope he said his good-bye prayers
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