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(spoken) This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal CHORUS (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sable-ized CHORUS Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow CHORUS Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat) |
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If you get tired of hanging around
pick up a guitar and spin a web of sound Then you could be strung out all day with your lovers and clowns (but now I find myself still hanging around..) It's been a long war and now I'm tired and dirty Still not dirty enough for you my love We've been thieving, we stole the light from the dawn But when I come round on your floor I wish I'd never been born Can you see me? Can you see through it all? I'm empty lost and alone oh won't you heed my call? It's been a long war, now we're tired and dirty Still not dirty enough for you my love.... |
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we've lived in bars
and danced on the tables hotels trains and ships that sail we sim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes in the air send in the trumpets the marching wheelchairs open the blankets and give them some air swords and arches bones and cement the lights and the dark of the innocent of men we know your house so very well and we will wake you once we've walked up all your stiars there's nothing like living in a bottle and nothing like ending it all for the world we're so glad you will come back every living lion will lay in your lap the kid has a homecoming the champion the horse who's gonna play drums guitar or gorgan with chorus as far as we caught a glimpse of this man we know your house so very well and we will bust down your door if you're not there we've lived in bars and danced on tables hotels trains and ships that sail we sim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes out of here out of here |
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