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David Bowie - We Prick You lyrics
White boys falling on the fires of night (I wish you'd tell) Flesh punks burning in their glue Revelation comes in the strangest way (I wish you'd tell) I'd rather be inside you Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you You show respect even if you disagree You show respect Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell (we wish you well) Innocence passed me by Wanna be screwing when the nightmare comes (I wish you well) Wanna come quick and die All the little rose-kissed foxy girls (shoes, shoes, little white shoes) Where have all the flowers gone All the little fragile champion boys (toys, toys, little black toys) Dripping on the end of a gun |
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