Of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump
And your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was,
Todd Browning's freak he was
Crawling down the alley on
Your hands and your knees,
I'm sure you're not protected
For it's plain to see
Diamond Dogs are poachers
And they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
Mannequins with kill appeal
Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girls, they call them
The Diamond Dogs
In the year of the scavenger
Season of the bitch
Sashay on the board-walk
Scurry to the ditch
Just another future song
Lonely little kitsch
There's gonna be sorrow
Try and wake up for tomorrow
The Halloween Jack
Is a real cool cat,
And he lives on top
Of Manhattan Chase
The elevators broke
So he slides down a rope
Onto the street below
Oh Tarzie, go man, go
Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girls, they call them
The Diamond Dogs
Young girls, they call them
The Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who
Who-who-who
Who-who-who
Who-who-who will fuck you now?
As they pulled you out Of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicon hump And your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was, Todd Browning's freak he was Crawling down the alley on Your hands and your knees, I'm sure you're not protected For it's plain to see Diamond Dogs are poachers And they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, Mannequins with kill appeal Will they come? I keep a friend serene Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girls, they call them The Diamond Dogs In the year of the scavenger Season of the bitch Sashay on the board-walk Scurry to the ditch Just another future song Lonely little kitsch There's gonna be sorrow Try and wake up for tomorrow The Halloween Jack Is a real cool cat, And he lives on top Of Manhattan Chase The elevators broke So he slides down a rope Onto the street below Oh Tarzie, go man, go Will they come? I keep a friend serene Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch a death in the fog Young girls, they call them The Diamond Dogs Young girls, they call them The Diamond Dogs Who-who-who Who-who-who Who-who-who Who-who-who will fuck you now? Explain Request ×
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