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There were mourners on the street
of every shape and size The motorcade came down from Redondo Assasins on the corner tried to throw you a line You dirty-mouth comic Rodolfo Lenny Valentino reside The Pope renounced you as the real one Lazarus decided to rise The Twentieth Century had only begun Ladies averted their eyes Lenny Valentino reside John Judnich in the bathroom reading the law Kitty in the hall with your mother The girls are sick and tired of your blah blah blah Some beat-kid said there's no other and that's Lenny Valentino reside |
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| 2. |
| 3:44 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:54 |
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I'm a rich man's toy
Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games I'm a rich man's toy You're a son of a gun and I'm easily led Coming up sometimes for air I'm a rich man's toy Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games A toy - when you die they'll burn your bones But they'll never destroy your remains You must be the king of the world I'm a rich man's toy The duchess envoy said when I was a kid You'd smack me around on a whim I'm a rich man's toy Your boyfriend moved all my things in the hall - Didn't know you were sleeping with him I'm a rich man's toy With powder and make-up D'you think that I scrub up well? Watching you wake up Who's right who's not Who's gonna get it now that I'm a rich man's toy What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me Read us the riot act Or read your cues Powder and make-up Watching you wake up Do you think that I scrub up well Who's right who's not Who owes who what Who's gonna get it now... I'm a rich man's toy |
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| 4. |
| 4:15 |
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Want a girl to hold my hand
When the plane lands When the cracks appear in the plan And the rocks turn into sand Better call my new French girlfiend Make a call international All around the world Money fame liberate and free Alain, Rene, Vanessa and me Ahh... Better call my new French Girlfriend That's The price Of success Want a girl to hold my hand When the plane lands |
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| 5. |
| 6:46 |
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Some of the clothes you stole
From your lovers home Make you glow in the dark - Make you light up The room on your own Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I´m in a cahoots with the Upper classes now Put it all in a trust fund She can´t touch ´till she´s twenty one Amazing the cruel hand of fate A tax loss against the state You had to move three times this year I´d rather be any where but there The champagne highs and the giddy Lights - are paradise House guest is here Can´t believe that the vanishing point appeared Can hardly believe - people live in houses behind trees Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I´m in a cahoots with the upper classes now That cunt´s really got it sussed Selling wine, selling drugs You can´t get so far whit a pershing wit But the money´s in trust - isn´t it? What treasures can you hold and name You don´t have the right face The champagne highs and the giddy lights - are paradise Some of your friends,from your other life Just don´t belong They´re crude and they´re plain It´s not their fault It´s the world they´re from (and) you can´t come here no more Unless you use the tradesmans door There´s nothing wrong with inherited wealth If you melt the silver - yourself Put it all in a trust fund She can´t touch ´till she´s twenty one The champagne highs and the giddy lights - are paradise Some of the clothes you stole From your lovers home Are better than the clothes We stole from the Shops in our own I´m in a cahoots with the Upper classes now |
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| 6. |
| 3:05 |
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She's going downtown
but she comes from uptown Where the brokers and the dealers socialise She's going downtown Cos she's a poet And the Chinese bakery's open all night Toulouse Lautrec called up today Said it's Rock n Roll anyway Excuse me while It's tearing off your head Epiphany just went to ground The three men just can't be found The underground just shook its weary head She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... Got a roller coaster in my head You press the button - It'll eject Your present is just somebodys past Don't blink, pinch me twice Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike I don't think this relationship will last She said she's gonna show me around The Chinese bakery thats open Twenty hours She's going downtown... And the Chinese bakery's open all night |
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| 2:48 |
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Two sisters sighed
Sais we might as well be lovers We're so close Just like blood brothers And the horse guard died I lost all power She said to me Dis you come down in the shower Their mother cried Her religion was faultless Thought obeyed She remained unaware of this And the horse guard... What am I to do For a sister like you Two sisters cried For their missing brother Who was found cold but alive No longer their lover |
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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows And all the fitting and fixtures And a catalogue of injury She's got a credo in underground movies Her father is a lawyer Who paid for the fitting and fixtures And a house with bay windows And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Four weeks later in April I took her to the doctors Said "I've no prescription" For compromised solution And I'm calling from a Baltimore Hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own You're on a limb again calling from a Baltimore hotel Don't let it ring again Your movies are your own Don't let him in again Ten years Caught in a trap by my own cunning Thought I was smart Thought I was dying For years I lived in a flat without water running Thought it was smart Thought it was funny I'm writing in memoirs The underground press remain faithful Ghost writing her memoirs Maybe we'll get it on cable |
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| 9. |
| 4:02 |
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Bruises from your head to your toe
There are marks all over you There's no place for you to hide Since they painted you black and blue Blue's the colour I made your eyes Charcoat the hair If I fall down Don't be surprised This surveillance was unprepared I'm watching over You every move Life classes life model Life lesson due Show me where to disrobe dear Where It's out of view Say something good or shut your mouth This surveillance is overdue I'm watching over You every move Life classes life model Life lesson due And there's no way to hold your head So hold your head that low And there's no way to hold your head So those things just don't show Now It's a Cowboy Carrying a gun Life classes / Life model Life lesson begun |
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| 10. |
| 5:36 |
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Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits Travelled car From bell-hop to hired car All this and more Modern History On the third floor So is this where he died Spend your life cutting words up With a knife I light a candle for each night You wate away your life Modern history On the third floor Well they're never gonna forget us We're the most famous People that they know Went to a party I didn't say a word You don't know how lucky you were You don't know how lucky you are So we set fire to your room And we bandaged up your hands and arms - now Where's your beauty gone Modern history On the third floor |
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| 11. |
| 2:36 |
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You've had your fill of laughing gas
And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When they broke into the girls bedroom The daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing down Best inform the missing persons act You know your daughter cant be found Do you want something to eat? Who'd look good in Captoe's hat Are you trying to poison me Who siad that I could ever act Daughter of a child... |
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