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Utopia Erotica
04:03
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Get me up, my job is on the line
Touching ourselves is working overtime
I’ll kiss your ass and your master cards.
Look me in the eyes don’t read the cue card.
Light up the TV and we gain control
Viagra-Vets salute our Superbowl.
We sing and dance, we’re alive and well
So clap along before we burn in hell
Have you ever been a living God?
Run your hands across your cheap facade
Read my lips got you tongue tied.
I’ll take your ego for a wild ride.
Wind me up like a plastic toy
Riding your whip just like a cowboy
Bullet holes in my lingerie
My finance’s in the NRA
All you can eat negligee buffet
Seduce the maitre d with my faux français
Sext your prayers to the satellite,
Whatever helps you people sleep at night.
Everything gonna be right.
A perfect world happens overnight.
Fake it ’til you make it happens everyday.
Sex sells but your love pays.
Long before I got my Christian name
Dinosaurs loved and died in vain.
Sea level rising, but we can’t complain.
I’ll be your monkey, we can share the shame
Burnin’ rubber just to fuel the flame.
Jesus take the wheel, we’re in the fast lane
As we toe the line, as a rule of thumb
It not the way you go but the way you come
the way you come
the way you come
the way you come
the way you come
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Pleasure Money
04:08
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You won’t believe it
I gotta dollar you can’t spend, baby
I’m a peacock, prone to sweet talk
buying cheap stock, now and then
I don’t make much cents, but I always squeeze a penny
When I’m naked I feel loss.
You can love me, or you can hate me
But in the end, I’m the boss.
Yeah.
Taste the money in the air tonight!
Blood and tears mixed with honey, counting all our pleasure money.
Makin’ money in our heads tonight!
Blood and tears mixed with honey, counting all our pleasure money
You don’t believe me,
Got a little sugar I can’t lend, no,
I may hedge my bets but you know I’m made of money
When the moon comes then I spend
Cuz I’m a werewolf, with a sweet tooth
And a foolproof master plan.
To let the bullshit talk, and the cash cow walk
When I lie under oath on the stand
Taste the money in the air tonight!
Blood and tears mixed with honey, counting’ all our pleasure money.
Makin’ money in our heads tonight!
Blood and tears mixed with honey, counting’ all our pleasure money
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3. |
One Weird Trick
04:16
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One weird trick
to make you lose your mind,
sit down and open wide,
you can’t get off this ride,
it peels and then it dries,
used up and tossed aside,
there’s nowhere left to hide,
you’re never gonna die.
Give up.
One weird trick
to make you waste your time,
to make life so sublime,
it only costs a dime,
your kiss will be a crime,
please touch me like a mime,
and let me taste your slime,
you’re never past your prime.
Give up.
Is it alright? Is it alright?
This is alright. This is alright.
Is it alright? Is it alright?
This is alright. This is alright.
Try this one weird trick
Try this one weird trick
It’s this one weird trick
It’s this one weird trick
One weird trick
to dry up all the rain,
to help you ease the pain,
to drive your man insane,
it clears away the shame,
sit down and clear your brain,
Give up and say my name,
Give up and take the blame,
Give up.
Is it alright? Is it alright?
This is alright. This is alright.
Is it alright? Is it alright?
This is alright. This is alright.
Try this one weird trick
Try this one weird trick
It’s this one weird trick
It’s this one weird trick
One weird trick
One weird trick
Om
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4. |
Glass Whip
03:54
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Looks like peace but it’s world war
Truce flag I always fall for.
Throwing stones in your glass house
Living down town
Sharp tongue but a soft touch
Bit your lip but it’s too much
Red drops on your white lies
Crying oh oh
Feeling lucky
Aren’t we lucky?
We never tried the sweet thing
Cuz we’re sharp, yeah
Oh
I think it’s funny
We never tried the sweet thing
Break apart, yeah
Whip it up
Smash the pieces
Whip it up
Tell me how can you be this way?
Will it be OK?
Whip it up
Smash the pieces
Whip it up
Tell me why do you feel this way?
Can you even say?
All’s well that ends well
All’s well that ends well
Feels like pain but it’s pure joy
I’m your whipping boy
Take the blame for your mistake
Get a boo boo
Bad love but you mean well
Soft words are a hard sell
Hold my hand with a death grip
Sayin’ don’t go
Feeling lucky
Aren’t we lucky
We never tried the sweet thing
Cuz we’re sharp yeah
Ohh
I think it’s funny
We never tried the sweet thing
Break apart, yeah
Whip it up
Smash the pieces
Whip it up
Tell me how can you be this way?
Will it be OK?
Whip it up
Smash the pieces
Whip it up
Tell me why do you feel this way?
Can you even say?
Can you even say?
We never tried the sweet thing
No.
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5. |
Flamingo
04:49
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Gucci, Prada, more dead designers
Bodies flock to deals, like birds to water
The pavement’s hot and it’s getting hotter
I watch you strut like a manager’s daughter
For you boy I’m working overtime,
If you shoplift my heart I won’t report the crime.
My love to you was a
fresh kill
That gets cold so cold so cold no more
Ah
Flamingo
lost down on rodeo
My flamingo
A quiet party of industry clones
Waiters hold the cocktails like an Allen Jones
Culture vultures dig our cheap allure
Dressed head to toe in Good-Will couture
We pose for pictures in our risqué clothes
We’re underdressed, we’re overexposed
My love to you was a
cheap thrill
That I know I know I know no more
Ah
Flamingo
lost down on rodeo
My flamingo
And people point and stare
at the escapee
Cuz to them it’s not beauty
it’s a novelty
Ah flamingo
My flamingo
My flamingo
lives in the afterglow
down on rodeo
Fly away now
to a new town
Where will you go
My flamingo
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