Swing, swing, up and down Turn, turn, turn around Round, round and round about and over again Gun, gun, son of a gun You are the only one And no one
She said to me "Would you like to be? I got plenty of time It's gonna take some time" I'm hanging out I'm hanging out, baby I'm hanging out I'm hanging
Galloping through the morning dew There's only one thing that I want to do to you And it's true that I'm going to do it soon Galloping through the morning
Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam 'Cause sunbeams are not made like me And don't expect me to cry For all the reasons You had to die Don't ever ask Your
Long brown hair, eyes of green Prettiest girl, I've ever seen And you'll never miss what you've never had Oh, you'll never miss what you've never had
Feels so good, it must be bad for me Feels so good, it must be bad for me Feels so good, it must be bad for me Let's do it, let's do it again You look
I'm a real bitch I'm a twisted witch I'll screw you around When you're feeling down I wonder around with my nose in the air I bug all these losers but
I've lived my life on the edge of a knife And I can't give it up In the fast lane of misery and pain And I can't give it up I've had a good time on the
I'm a real dum-dum, I'm a son of a gun I was born to run, but I wanted to walk I'm a real dum-dum, I even left my mom 'Cause I get on my knees and I do
I don't want to look like you Greasy hair and ugly too I just want to live in peace To lie in bed and stay asleep I don't need your company [Incomprehensible
She said, she'll take me anyway She'll take me every way As long as she stays with me She said, she'll take me everywhere She'll take me anywhere As
Kill your friends Light your feet Do what I want Lovecraft Kiss your mouth Burn your hair Do what I want Lovecraft Blow your man Do what I want Taste
Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted Who used to think he was a brand and gifted Stupendously handsome, beautifully smart He had no heart On his
I was born of original sin Brought my two time in her slim virgin Father, Son and the Holy Ghost I'm the Sacred host with the most I was born on Christmas
Time and again I think to myself Oh, watch me One less gun shell You are, you are You are ugly And you are, you are You are ugly Oh, watch me That's
Swing, swing up and down Turn turn turn around Ground round and roundabout and over again. Gun, gun, son of a gun You are the only one and no one else
