Now I'm poppin' a few in the morning dew,
Do the monkey wrench,
On a Persian bench it's a teenage night
And the vampires are right
And I want to lay my lips
On your explosive mouth
Picked up Kenny at an art-deco deli,
And Zero is a cat with an automated hat
And I need to be rid
Of all the fantasies I'm hiding
And I want to lay my lips
On your explosive mouth
It's a shame for a man to hide
All the things that do survive
From his past
When I jump on your horse
I gallop the course
And howl like a wolf
And I drink up the sky
And I beat on my chest
Just to punk up the rest
And I want to lay my lips
On your explosive mouth
And I want to lay my lips
On your explosive mouth
It's a shame for a man to hide
All the things that do survive
From his past.
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