I'll make you a deal
Like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home
'Cause your future's at stake
My set is amazing
It even smells like a street
There's a bar at the end
Where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the wall
I smell the blood
Of les tricoteuses
Who wrote up scandals
In other bars

I'm having so much fun
With the
Poisonous people
Spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up
Some make you sing
And some make you scream
One makes you wish
That you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner
That's selling papier mache
Making bullet proof faces
Charles Manson Casius Clay
If you want it boys
Get it here thing
So you scream out of line
I want you I need you
Anyone out there any time
A tres butch little number whines
Hey dirty I want you
When it's good
It's really good and when it's
Bad I go to pieces
If you want it boys
Get it here thing

Well on the street where you live
I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor in the back of a car
In a cellar like a church with the door ajar
Well I guess we must be looking for a different kind
Till the sun drip blood on the seedy young knights
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in a river holding hands

If you want it boys get it here thing
Hope boys is a cheap thing cheap thing

Is it nice in your snowstorm,
Freezing your brain?
Do you think that your face looks the same?
Well let it be
It's all I ever wanted
It's a street with a deal
It's got taste
It's got claws
It's got me
It's got you.

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey Babe, your hair's alright
Hey Babe, let's go out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
We love bands when they play it hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, the say I'm wrong
You tacky thing
You put them on.

Rebel Rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress
Your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough and the test
You've got your transmission and a live wire
You've got your cue lines and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count out the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you?
Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Eh, eh how could they know?
Eh, eh