I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake
My set is amazing, it even smells like a street
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your
friend
Someone scrawled on the wall ";I smell the blood of les tricoteuses";
Who wrote up scandals in other bars

I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people
Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up
Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier
mache
Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

So you scream out of line
";I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?";
Tres butch little number whines ";Hey dirty, I want you
When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces";
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed

To be continued...