Street TV Letra

And he's a-walking down the street, surveying all the meat His wife's got leather wrapped around her feet He's smoking cigarettes, pitchin emphets Sneering at the faggots in their black leather jackets They're all pretty gay like John Gay... Gayon Wilson, John Casey, there's a real queen Like Ellory queen? yeah hahaha Set him up behind glass that faggot man Exhibit 10 and tag it man Plastic Mork and Mindys and baby shaped Kimbys A sandwich is a sandwich, but a manwich is a manwich Dentyne, pre-teen, listerine, visene, anasine, allerin, aspirin pound it in Export union car buy and see how many people buy Don't matter if some heart goes splatter Low-tide, high-tide, improved side, cyanide Lets elect Jack Kemp, stick in John Glenn Why not sample Shirley Temple We're checking Ronald Reagan Stupy for president, Bedtime for Bonzo, Governor Gonzo Sh-i-i-i-i-i-t Johnny come lately stately Looking for a back-door whore to bore Through a perforated screen door, He won't wine or dine her, ocean liner In return for a minute of sin Her black leather pants won't fix his dinner But for a well-placed fifty dollar bill She'll take him upstairs and make him spill In violence cum cum ooooh, don't you kill the silence nothing said about the pill. In a matter of minutes I could get you arrested, For the transaction you've suggested I could jail you Have you labeled a sinner Unless you care to dance at a senators dinner. Can't buy me love? Well forget about love. I'll kiss my money, I'll grope it poke it stroke it Then I'll fuck my money fuck my money fuck my money. Halloween can be the scene of crazy things to do You can dress up like an Orthodox Jew You say that's been done? Then try something bigger Get a paid position as a kitchen nigger Theres a man whose face caught fire His burned up jazzed up funeral pyre He's walking this way, he looks dejected Don't talk to him, you'll get infected Stick your balls in a pretty folly Fa-la-la-la-la-la Nuke the gay whales for Jesus, ha ha ha Stadium Paladium, 90 in the shade Kill your boredom in a video arcade Go ahead and disagree but you better shout You'll need more than just a walkman to tune me out Confucian, pollution, get your microchip fix When your cord gets cut you'll be picking up sticks So hypnotize yourself like a shell-shocked mole Before too long, you will You will bury your soul And he's a-walking down the street, surveying all the meat His wife's got leather wrapped around her feet He's smoking cigarettes, pitchin emphets Life and breath in his every breath Life and breath in his every breath