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Текст песни "He's The Brat" |
 He's the brat with the sterilized
pitchfork
He's the singer of the Beachwood
Sparks
He's a dreamy kind of cheesy
companion piece
Who wants to show me where the
healing starts
Beauty is evil
Immaculate evil, don't you think?
But I'm lost in the flames of a grand
explosion
Stumbling in the neon groves
Ladies flock to the overnight discos
Slamming vodka tonic down their
throats
While your older brothers company
publicist
Is sliding off his momma's pantyhose
Beauty is evil
Immaculate evil, don't you think?
But I'm mopping up stains from a
blood transfusion
Stumbling in the neon groves
Oh the pleasures of the morning are
simple
But the treasures are the sweetest
I've known
Oh I'm just so excited to look through
my new eyes
The needles are covered with snow
So take me down to the winterland
bombshell factory
You can hear the mermaids groan
On the double breasted coconut
seashell
Half wrecked bus to Yankee Stadium
Beauty is evil
I like to be evil, can't you see?
But I'm lost in the flames of a grand
explosion
Stumbling in the neon groves
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