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You're walking up with your eyes on me It's looking good but I just don't know I need a girl who can keep her head All night long You didn't came just

They named it the rock, land of the living dead A repose for the rich and famous All the infamous would tell each other's lies Why did they want to tell

I awoke in a room that was occupied by those about to die For my sleep was disturbed by the sound of old mens cries for help What's this place what the

Let's take a plane and go somewhere exotic To play with a non-descript song We'll shoot all the crotch shots for 12 year old hopefuls To make you a real

It was newborn and ten feet tall, But they called it little boy, And C7, H5, O6, N3 they called him T.N.T. The fireball would dim the sun, Promising