Blue Turk Lyrics
I'm ready for the second showAmazin, thing growingJust waitin for the juice to flowBut you're so very picturesqueYou're so very coldTastes like roses on your breathBut graveyards on your soulI'm hurting, I'm wantingI'm aching for another goYou're squirming wet, babyNothin bad comin very slowAnd it's burnin holes in meYou're so very picturesqueYou're so very coldIt tastes like roses on your breathBut graveyards on your soul...whoa-ohOne spastic explosionTwo pressure-cookers go insaneIt makes me act crazyI shiver but I love this gameYou're so very ordinaryYou're so very lameTastes like whiskey on your lipsAnd earthworms rule your brain
Alice Cooper Blue Turk
