Woorden: Every Time I Die. Gutter Phenomenon. Easy Tiger.

I ain't gonna give up
If you ain't moving down
I ain't gonna move on
If you ain't never got enough

Give the signal advance the pill pushers
Administer a change purse full of Thorazine
Show the girl, a little bar courtesy
And keep her senses clear of the scene

We've found a gentleman caller
Who goes by the name she's been weeping for

Turn her over, easy in and easy out
We've nearly got this situation stable
Just some winces to eradicate
Take a deep breath, cut the blue wire

Keep your fingers crossed
And pray she's been detached
She stirs and I'm emasculated

Doctor, doctor, give her the blues
She got herself a varsity letter by loving you

Breach and clear

The abandoned backseat of the Cadillac
We've been alerted by the local authorities
That regret has been seen on the grounds
Teasing the dogs, making the rounds

There's a heart shaped bed in the honeymoon ward
Circulates dust
Twitches and vomits in fits like the damned
Comforts none but the sloth

Yet, we pay by the hour for the bricklayer's view
Johnny, dream of your gun
Johnny, dream of your gun
Johnny, dream of your gun
Johnny, dream of your gun

Goddammit commander, she's a hopeless case
Note the time she arrived
I didn't think we would loose another one to the sound
There were too many fangs for us to tame

Someone fetch her blue eyes
From a restroom wall downtown
She stirs, we underestimated

Doctor, doctor, give her the news
She caught herself a case of the wilds by loving you
She caught a bad case of the wilds
She caught a bad case of the wilds
She flatlines