BECK

SEXX LAWS

 

Can't you hear those cavalry drums

Hijacking your equilibrium

Midnight hags in the mausoleum

Where the pixilated doctors moan

Carnivores in the Kowloon night

Breathing freon by the candlelight

Coquettes bitch slap you so polite

Till you thank them

For the tea and sympathy

 

I want to defy The logic of all sex laws

Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists

I'll let you be my chaperone

At the halfway home

I'm a full grown man

But I'm not afraid to cry

 

Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine

Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line

Running buck wild like a concubine

Who's mother never held her hand

Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz

Wearing hepatitis contact lens

Bed and breakfast getaway weekends

With Sports Illustrated moms

 

I want to defy The logic of all sex laws

Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists

I'll let you be my chaperone

At the halfway home

I'm a full grown man

But I'm not afraid to cry

 

 

BECK DIAMOND DOGS

 

As they pulled you out

Of the oxygen tent

You asked for the latest party

With your silicon hump

And your ten inch stump

Dressed like a priest you was,

Todd Browning streak he was

Crawling down the alley on

Your hands and your knees,

I'm sure you're not protected

For it's plain to see

Diamond Dogs are poachers

And they hide behind trees

Hunt you to the ground they will,

Mannequins with kill appeal

Will they come? I keep a friend serene

Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me

Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch a death in the fog

Young girls, they call them

The Diamond Dogs

 

In the year of the scavenger Season of the b****

Sashay on the board-walk Scurry to the ditch

Just another future song Lonely little Keats

There's gonna be sorrow Try and wake up for tomorrow

The Halloween Jack Is a real cool cat,

And he lives on top Of Manhattan Chase

The elevators broke So he slides down a rope

Onto the street below Oh Tarzie, go man, go

 

Will they come? I keep a friend serene

Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me

Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch a death in the fog

Young girls, they call them The Diamond Dogs

Young girls, they call them The Diamond Dogs

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