Golden Earring Lyrics
Golden Earring Lyrics
"Desperately Trying to Be Different Lyrics"
Silver Stars Lyrics
( Instrumental )
( Instrumental )
From the Album:
* Paradise in distress
Lizzy the lizard
Met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace
By the name of Jake:
A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room
Of the ‘wildlife saloon’
She admired his skin,
Jake said it was
Bring Me The Heads Lyrics
Bring me the heads of Roman Polanski! Bring me the legs of Fred Astaire! We come from a place called heaven That you made hell fake
And Liz said: “who cares,
It don’t really matter!”
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to the craze
Are somehow hell bent
Yet always content with fortune’s spent
On desperately tryin’ to be different
Willy the weasel said
To S
Let’s go to the dogs
And bet on that bitch
The greyhound
That runs like a panther
They made a big score,
Went to the Hi-fashion store
They bought two suits of shark skin
Furs, ermine and mink
All decked out for the next chapter
Nancy the nympho
“I need a permanent wave
with lotsa bleach
I wanna look like a cheap German dancer”
She could pass for a queen
In a second hand dream
Inside the gloom of the ‘wildlife saloon’
The wolfwhistles
Sounded just like laughter
Bring me the heads of Roman Polanski! Bring me the legs of Fred Astaire! We come from a place called heaven That you made hell
And Liz said: “who cares,
It don’t really matter!”
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to the craze
Are somehow hell bent
Yet always content with fortune’s spent
On desperately tryin’ to be different
Willy the weasel said
To S
Six Nightmares At The Pinball Masquerade Lyrics
When the french maids cigarette turns burns like a boiling tapeworm (that was really something baby, that was really something baby)<
mmy the snitchWhen the french maids cigarette turns burns like a boiling tapeworm (that was really something baby, that was really something baby)<
Let’s go to the dogs
And bet on that bitch
The greyhound
That runs like a panther
They made a big score,
Went to the Hi-fashion store
They bought two suits of shark skin
Furs, ermine and mink
All decked out for the next chapter
Nancy the nympho
You Gotta Have A License Lyrics
Me and brother Bill was goin' fishin' down to the river one day Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdo
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Yelled at Lola La LeechMe and brother Bill was goin' fishin' down to the river one day Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdo
“I need a permanent wave
with lotsa bleach
I wanna look like a cheap German dancer”
She could pass for a queen
In a second hand dream
Inside the gloom of the ‘wildlife saloon’
The wolfwhistles
Sounded just like laughter