| South of market in the land of ruin
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| You get all manner of action
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| Tinsel tigers in the metal room
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| Stalking satisfaction.
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| They got 'em packaged up for love and money
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| Tattooed tots and chrome spike bunnies
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| Check my conscience at the dmz
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| And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey
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| But i get a feelin’like when big things collide
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| Like the crack before the thunder, like i really ought to hide
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| And here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride;
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| &what's that she’s tryin’to show me.
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| What’s that you’re tryin’to show me.
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| Picasso moon, shattered light
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| Diamond bullets ripping up the night
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| Picasso moon, liberate me,
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| From the middle of eternity,
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| Something hooks her little finger at me,
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| An’it’s bigger than a drive-in movie, ooooo-eeee.
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| Bigger than a drive-in movie, ooooo-eeee.
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| Hangin’ten out on space and time
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| Redefining distance.
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| The next skull on your necklace is mine:
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| Cheap for such assistance
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| I had a job trading bits for pieces
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| We’d make wrinkles, advertise them as creases
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| Please, find my resignation enclosed,
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| Roll with it, roll with it, we gonna roll in it, honey.,
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| Dark angel, what’s botherin’you?
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| So strange, you’ll do me all that you do Dark angel, you’re makin’me blue.,
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| I guess it doesn’t matter.,
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| I guess it doesn’t matter…
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| Picasso moon, blinding ball,
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| Spinning fire, the lightning calls
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| Picasso moon, fall into the sky
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| Rarin’out, i’m gonna testify
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| And stare a shout into that burning eye,
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| Bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my.
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| Bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my.
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| Strikes morning; |
| the atomic dawn,
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| Scramble back to cover.
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| Quick, pop your mirrored sunglasses on,
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| My little leather-winged lover.
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| I see your face printed on my money,
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| Your blazin’ways really move me, honey.
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| Heart of darkness, yea-e-yea-e-e-hoo.,
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| Why’m i laughing? |
| this ain’t funny
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| Dark angel, now just don’t start.,
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| You’ll break my spirit, wreck my heart
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| You must have a license for practisin’that art.
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| I don’t presume to imagine.
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| I don’t presume to imagine.
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| Picasso moon, fractal flame
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| Blazing lace filling every frame
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| Picasso moon, wheels within wheels
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| What’s true when everything’s real?
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| It’s all new, i’m gonna scatter the seals
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| Bigger than a drive-in movie, for real.
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| Bigger than a drive-in movie, for real. |