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ANGELSPIT lyrics : "Cold Hard Cash"

Lair queen likes to prey
On lolly boys in their cage
Empress tease, pink and rats

Breaking hearts to the bank

Keep the car running

The only thing you're wanting, is
Cold hard cash


Kaltes hartes bargeld

Lynch mob love, broken dolls

Float to the top, of the bowel
Taste in girls, young and smashed
Perversion lies, dormant


Mother dear mother, gotta keep gunning for
Cold hard cash


Alice in vulgar land
Make the mascara bleed

Cry victim cry victim cry
God knows it sells CDs


All dancing, loud singing
Not realize they're just play things
Split open laid to waste

Sprayed across your rock star face

Glamour glamour road kill, all you want is... Cold hard cash

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