Psychefunkapus lyrics
Psychefunkapus lyrics
"Slut Child lyrics"
If I Could lyrics
A brand new baby was born yesterday Just in time Papa cried, baby cried Said your tears are like mine I heard some words From a friend on the phone That didnt sound so good
A brand new baby was born yesterday Just in time Papa cried, baby cried Said your tears are like mine I heard some words From a friend on the phone That didnt sound so good
"Slut Child" by Psychefunkapus Look into my eyes as the lights go low can you see the perilous flame? Take me to the place where your wild friends go let me fill your body with shame You can say what you want to You can tell me that you must be free You can say that you're righteous but you'll always be a slut child to me Your mommy's in the kitchen with your dad's best friendAngel In Blue lyricsYour daddy's in the office with Sue - working overtime You hear the phone ring at a quarter past ten It's your cousin, and he's calling for you (isn't it a crime?) You can say what you want to You can tell me that it's not your style You can try to play it off But you're gonna be a slut child for a while for a very long while why are you a Slut Child you're the kind of girl my mother warned me about Slut Child wearing tight jeans with the knees worn out Slut Child looking for adventure down the pants of a man Slut Child no one tries to help you 'cause they just don't understand Oh no, they just don't understand You took me for a ride on a saturday night I saw your panties in the back seat I thought it'd be cool, "outta mind, outta sight" but the stench knocked me off of my feet! You can say what you want to You
(Seth Justman) - 1981 We met in a bar Out on Chesapeake Bay With her white patent boots And her blouse red lame A table top dancer She would smile on cue Those lips of an angHate And War lyricscan tell me that you're really trying You can tell me you're a victim but we know that you're a slut child and you're probably dying dying dying stop crying, baby Slut Child you're the kind of girl my mother warned me about Slut Child wearing tight jeans with the knees worn out Slut Child looking for adventure down the pants of a man Slut Child no one tries to help you 'cause they just don't understand
Hate and war - the only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate...hate...hate... The hate of