WAHT THOU WILT. I don't know who I am. I don't know where to go. My body needs rest. My ashes blow. I go forth. To do pleasure on the earth. Among the legions of the living. I search my birth
'. Fakin' the funk and some of us naturally had rhythm. Some of us act like they had women. Gats in the abdomen back when the fact is them cats. They didn't have nuttin. For certain I'm sure it's fiction
I'm drunk, can't see my glass. Not worried, chair dancing man Tossed out of the golden playpen. Beating the drum of pain and pleasure You see the street ahead. Just keep walking down it, look
they. Sure won't like me now. Don't try to drag me down in your clichй. Your fake grin fits your faker face. But I find all my pleasure in your misery. Yeah. . I will step on you on my way up
my name. Rippin, killin. Diggin and drillin a hole. Pass the ol' gold. . Chorus. . Shotgun blasts are heard. When I rip and kill, at will. The man of the hour, tower of power, I'll devour
your magical mystery ride . And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright . Bridge . My head's under water . But I'm breathing fine . You're crazy and I'm out of my mind . Chorus . 'Cause
president, he's is a panic. The pentagon, they're in shock. There's a team of research scientists. They got 'em workin' 'round the clock Now the National Guard is out in my backyard. And the Marines'll be
The pleasure is all mine. To get to be the generous one. Is the strongest stance. The pleasure is all mine. To finally let go. And defend me. We float. . Who gives most. Who gives most. Who