All corrections gratefully received: these are probably very wrong.
American metal I got presence of mind American metal Leave it all behind Goat's head Solid steel bed of bass chord And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And she's making it rough on me Making it tough for me American metal Better dead than red American metal Dusting my enemy's head This sucks It's a ten dollar fucking <pound core?> And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And she's making it rough on me Making it tough for me This sucks It's a ten dollar fucking paid for And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And you do it in the light And you do it with the light out And she's making it rough on me Making it tough for me (American metal) (American metal) (American metal) (American metal)
She was an expert in dead-throat Her daddy worked on a life-boat He was a hard man to impress A hard man indeed And he was tougher than a rhino Best friends with an albino Ships and daughters always going down But what will be will be And he knows what you want But I know what you need So let it trickle down, down, down Small town life just gets me down Trickle down, down, down Ho hum, c'est la vie And let it trickle down, down, down Small town life just gets me down Trickle down, down, down Ho hum, c'est la vie She'd do it all for a fiver And never got any wiser She never got any better It appeared to me And then they moved down to Truro Bus fares were a no-no But now it's in the past Fantastic while it lasted It's a monument To woman hurt, the way she went So let it trickle down, down, down Small town life just gets me down Trickle down, down, down Ho hum, c'est la vie And let it trickle down, down, down Small town life just gets me down Trickle down, down, down Ho hum, c'est la vie Trickle down Trickle down (It's all trickling down)
Will you pretend I'm gorgeous and take me home to your house Wrap me up in <my breath stones?> and old maps full of borders Imaginate we don't exist, we come from some place else I can do things that you've never seen, I can perform tricks Sway my hips and concentrate, it's best you don't come near me Heaven gives me vertigo, I'm lost, today I stumble I think I might burn down your building Set fire to your house Be wilder than the weather According to the facts I'm upside-down and I can't let go Hungrier than hungry than I've ever been in my life Colour me in magazines where nobody can hear me I think I might burn down your building Set fire to your house Be wilder than the weather London is burning the streets are on fire and on fire and burning
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