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Stomping on the graves of dead pop starsDrinking the blood of Christ in stolen carsHoney, peachy, flower blossoms, bumblebeeNectar-addicted '70s titties, oh, yeahAnd Jesus left some really large sandals to fillSo we're just gonna walk around with nothing onAlright?AlrightBegging for some change in the USABut all we ever bored is the R 'n' R trainI had big city dreams of my tongue tasting pissesOf exploding witches on a young boy's broomSleeping with the top of the pops againEnding needy kids and saving prostitutionI bet hell looks a lot like ConnecticutWhen they douse you in urine and your hope's all wetI said,Hey you, are you feeling me?I wanna make some historyDevil's on the six and God is on the sevenBlow them both to hell and we'll fuck all in heaven Aus Songtexte Mania