American flag wraps round the pole And the little red man is taking control The man with the puppet Starts to juggle your dreams And the world that you
Kanrakugai no queen to yobare ta Youen na kimi wa kane ni kura iku baita Giratsuku furumai mu seekaeru korou Burosozu no kami wo furi ran shi odotteru
scream Go to hell, baby 'Cause I know I saw you go into a motel Say, go to hell, baby 'Cause I know I saw you go into a motel I used to grab you and
the real things And drove into the fire Headlights on the highway The desert wind is howling Rattlesnakes and romance Is spilling with the rain Candy apple red
getting started Keep the pie man, it's the American dream I'm just participating, my participation is game I'm in this one one for the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Super A Red
real The call me short dog cause I'm hard as hell Hope your girlfriend's name ain't linelle I screwed her last night in a cheap motel Like I told my
, tell 'em, turn it on Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red dress She had a soft booty, and a real big chest She said, "I love you", said it again At the motel
razor blades in your pussy Big bitches I'm tackelin and dick stabbin I'm serious I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period Fuck a ?nigga? I'm talkin Motel
decide how to properly fit in with civilians I'm used to killin Got me feelin all confused who the hero and who the villain Hopped in my red Camaro,
Da God] Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy struck Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck The red Cherokee
you discriminate on asshole and pussy's the same I fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes, and all the plain jane's It don't matter if you're black, white, red
moon every time the wind blows Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? Fuck you and fuck Jerry Lou too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers
The walls are thin here in this motel room Some fool is raging overhead He's preaching the gospel according to Johnnie Walker Red Four hundred miles
long line of losers Half outlaw half boozers I was born with a shot glass in my hand I'm part hippie a little red neck I'm always a suspect My blood
leavin'", he says and he stops One of us said, "Better call up the cops" And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights
a road-side motel with a clerk who won't tell Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks, seasons [Incomprehensible], we'll stay for years, and years Red
no Savoy Bound to find something you can enjoy Boogie Motel, Boogie Motel May be sleazy, but it's cheap and it's easy Between heaven and hell, check in to the Boogie Motel Red
me a room for the night?" We argue about currency, and then Says, "I can stay for the night" In this Panama city motel I came out on the freeway again In this Panama city motel