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spinae 1. The Return Of The Son Of Nothing 2. So Much For Suicide 3. Vote For Love 4. The Truth´s For Sale tropic of venus 5. Fireflower 6. Summer By Night 7. Love Is As Good As Soma tropic of capricorn 8. Angel Holograms 9. Spine 10. I Am In Love With Myself casadores 11. Heaven Of High 12. Too Far Gone The Hamburg Tapes 13. 14. However You Look At It You Loose Cold Last Supper |
SixShooterLost my mind on a bung jump on LSDAnd in downtown Chicago demons haunted me Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia And in a Paris café one demon dressed like a geisha And in Rochester my best friend started to fall But a demon gave him pills for it all We were praying to God to forget and forgive But a candy man spread stardust over Tel-Aviv Sixshooter, sixshooter Don't spend it al on me And the scythe men demons were wearing black capes Appearing every time I tried to escaped They were eating raw meat from silver plates And stomping their feet to the roaring V8 A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car On the 38th floor in a rotating bar With all hell's fire and Vodka Martini And a roulette hooker in a stolen Lamborghini Don't spell it all on me And the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon In a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon On a pharaoh trip as Egypt kings Rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings And a red sun rose over a pay clinic And I would eat more often than three times a week The healing and soothing myrrh I'll apply Fight the demons to hell until I fucking die And the demon smiled as the circle spinned And in my whisky sour the devil grinned I was rolling another hundred-dollar bill And cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill Sixshooter, sixshooter Don't spend it all on me |
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