Itch shake gets it
Oh, lala
Two run rans

You won't get foul

Aftershake

Up so late
In the land of the frail
And bottom mates


I wanna suck, I wanna lick
I want to cry and I want to spit

Tears of pleasure
Tears of pain
They trickle down

Your face's looking the same

It's how you look

Not how you feel
The city of glass
With no heart...


If I had a tail
I know... goodnight

If I had a tail
I'll swat the flies


Yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Itch shake gets it

Oh, lala
Two run rans
You won't get foul


Out of motion
Midnight soul

You won the war
Of your own weary soul


Each one's hand got stired
In their own, damn slaves!
Praying towards the crooked naive

There is a lot of flash cars
Not mod races
Expensive holes

To buring faces

Up my shape-up

Up so late
In the land of the free and mortality


If I had a tail
I know... goodnight
If I had a tail

I'll swat the flies

Yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh


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