The woman over there, I can promise, wants revenge
The man, that’s you, claims he can’t get head
The airwaves are frothin’ over with maddening bullshit
What is it you fear? What keeps God dead?
V is in the sky with diamonds
And she’s been askin’ you questions
(You’re dead, you’re so dead)
All I want to do is party with my lazy hazies
Yeah
Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-toy, aren’t you red?
Strangers in the hotel, come grab Dad
He’s drunk, he’s keeled over
He’s a tightenin’ ship
Daddy, dеar, don’t be scared of vendеttas
You like the taste of sprite, don’t you dear?
Daddy, dear, don’t be frightened of vanilla
You like the taste of sprite, don’t you fear
Manhattan gaslit and gatekept Jesus
All of New York could go back to Woodstock, please
Manhattan is gaslit by money and status
What is it you want? Why do you want to breathe?
The man, that’s you, claims he can’t get head
The airwaves are frothin’ over with maddening bullshit
What is it you fear? What keeps God dead?
V is in the sky with diamonds
And she’s been askin’ you questions
(You’re dead, you’re so dead)
All I want to do is party with my lazy hazies
Yeah
Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-toy, aren’t you red?
Strangers in the hotel, come grab Dad
He’s drunk, he’s keeled over
He’s a tightenin’ ship
Daddy, dеar, don’t be scared of vendеttas
You like the taste of sprite, don’t you dear?
Daddy, dear, don’t be frightened of vanilla
You like the taste of sprite, don’t you fear
Manhattan gaslit and gatekept Jesus
All of New York could go back to Woodstock, please
Manhattan is gaslit by money and status
What is it you want? Why do you want to breathe?
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