Itch shake gets it
Oh, lala
Two run rans
You won't get foul
Aftershake
Up so late
In the land of the frail
And bottom mates
I wanna suck, I wanna lick
I want to cry and I want to spit
Tears of pleasure
Tears of pain
They trickle down
Your face's looking the same
It's how you look
Not how you feel
The city of glass
With no heart...
If I had a tail
I know... goodnight
If I had a tail
I'll swat the flies
Yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Itch shake gets it
Oh, lala
Two run rans
You won't get foul
Out of motion
Midnight soul
You won the war
Of your own weary soul
Each one's hand got stired
In their own, damn slaves!
Praying towards the crooked naive
There is a lot of flash cars
Not mod races
Expensive holes
To buring faces
Up my shape-up
Up so late
In the land of the free and mortality
If I had a tail
I know... goodnight
If I had a tail
I'll swat the flies
Yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Tv tells your own mistakes
TV tells...