No keyboards, just pearly gates and a lot of sound pedals.
I have to go to my parole-boy To remember just who I am One thing else I don't enjoy is Forgetting her monogram She electrifies my physical mass She really turns me on
My mind is gone My mind is gone
She quite simply wrecks me She just tears me apart She screws me up and skewers me She made it quite an art She guts me like a hollow-point She really turns me on
My mind is gone My mind is gone
Yeah, billy I know what you mean
It's the smell of the dress That made my mind a mess It's her chokin' throat Really gets my goat-tee and amen Yes, indeed She makes my head and heart bleed Been so long since I knocked some off
My mind is gone My mind is gone My mind is gone My mind is gone
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