If

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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