I'll make you a deal like any other candidate. We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake. My set is amazing it even smells like a street. There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your. friend. Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses". Who wrote up scandals in other bars. I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people. Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up. Some make you sing and some make you scream. One makes you wish that you'd never been seen. But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier. mache. Making bullet-proof faces Charlie Manson Cassius Clay. If you want it boys get it here thing. So you scream out of line. "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?". Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty I want you. When it's good it's really good and when it's bad I go to pieces". If you want it boys get it here thing. Well on the street where you live I could not hold up my head. For I put all I have in another bed. On another floor in the back of a car. In the cellar like a church with the door ajar. Well I guess we've must be looking for a different kind. But we can't stop trying 'till we break up our minds. 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights. Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright. I guess we could cruise down one more time. With you by my side it should be fine. We'll buy some drugs and watch a band.