make them good girls go bad I make them good girls go bad I make them good girls go Good girls go bad bad bad Good girls go bad bad bad Good girls go
fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I could do it so could anyone Drugs are good
One source of energy The ultimate discovery Electric blue for me Never more to be free Electricity Nuclear and H.E.P. Carbon fuels from the sea Wasted
Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger, I am bigger than Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull
I raped your mother today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as she spread Sweet lovely death I am waiting for your breath Let me take one last caress Go
I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where
are landing from outer space Pods are duplicating my face Pods are landing from outer space Pods they leave me alone I don't know what conventions you go
wide asleep My conscience keep awake The promises I deep Are not the ones I make I count the costant causes I lost count of regrets A surplus of good
Call it libertarian 'cos we do as we please don't need fear of force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically
Tear that poster off the wall It takes up too much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace - is the word I would use To
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch
fumes A miracle rebirth The cynic in a search of something more The fragrant air cannot compare To what it was the great before Remember the good old
She got lips like stereo, With the bass and treble down. She's got tits like microwaves Burritos that explode. What I wouldn't give to see her pee...
Timmy the Turtle You know him as Tim Timmy the Turtle He sang with The Grim Too slow He sat in turtle goo Timmy the Turtle Is giving them hell Timmy
Good to go, good to go Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks all day, new fits, alright Drop hits all day, then party all night Good to go, good to go Good
Where did all the good men go? Where did all the good men go? Mmm, mmm, mmmm Where did they go? Ha Listen 5:46 in the morn She calls my phone Mm
ve ever had If you like 'em painted up, hollered up then you oughta be glad 'Cause your good girl's a gonna go bad Yes, your good girl's a gonna go bad
