Lords Of The New Church: Eat Your Heart Out Song Lyrics

Eat Your Heart Out


(Bator/James)
Listen A black ride on rodeo drive in your Fiorucci jeans
You know it's nice when it's just like ice When it's sucked
So dry Chelsea girl in romantic frills Make sure that you're
Seen Freudian slips on suburban hips I'm gonna make you cry
Your TV set just fades away 'causa some kinda static like me
Your daddy ain't nowhere around He ain't paying your bills
Skeletons are coming all down from the attic for tea Your doktor
Ain't nowhere around He ain't curing your ills Get your
Girlfriend to make it three We gotta keep it clean Play it
Safe in your private room Outta magazines You think you put
The X in sex, ah honey you're so mean You think you're slick
- you know you're so slick You don't need vaseline
Shut up and sit down Rich bitch - eat your heart out







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