Well pale face said To the eyeball kid She just goes clank and boom and steam A halo, wings, horns and a tail Shoveling coal inside my dreams There are no laws She's made of cream She's such a scream
Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement A donnie gal from mortal clay The plow is red The well is full inside The dollhouse of her skull A cheetah coat fills up with steam She's such a scream
All crooked lines Her fireplace A milktrain so clean Machine gun haste You'll ride the only wall of shame And drag that chain across the state Her lips are red She is the queen She's such a scream
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