Lydia Lunch - Baby Faced Killer | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Lydia Lunch
• Baby Faced Killer

Blue-eyed, big-dicked, Baby Face he's killer
Wild at heart he's got a cheap on his shoulder
Takes all day, all night to batten down his anger
Douse the flames, grab some more firewater

Lounge lazing snake, charming casanova
Weary lovers all begging to come over
Take all night to rub against her little body
Making sure that loving darlings gonna smolder
Wash his hands, he's up early in the morning
Gotta pretend that she'll never ever know him

Hey, what you got?
What you want, what you want?
Hey, what you got?
What you want, what you want?

Blue-eyed, big-dicked, Baby Face he's killer
Wild at heart he's got a cheap on his shoulder
Takes all day, all night to batten down his anger
Douse tha flames, grab some more firewater

Hey, what you want?
What you got, what you got?
Hey, what you got?
What you want, what you want?

Hey, what you got?
What you want, what you want?
Hey, what you want?
What you got, what you got?

He gives it all, he's got takes from it what he cant but
Can't buy salvation where his money's been spent
Can't find redemption in the places he's been
Lays down with angels, wakes with demons in his bed

Hey, what you want?
What you got, what you got?
Hey, what you got?
What you want, what you want?

Hey, what you got?
What you want, what you want?
Hey, what you got?
What you want, what you want?

Lydia Lunch еще тексты