Diamanda Galás with John Paul Jones

Baby's Insane
Arms covered in blood, the war has begunhide the straight razor 'cause Baby's insaneNew telephone number, new lock on the doorhide all the knives, 'cause Baby's insaneBaby's insane, Baby's insaneBaby's on a trip to the moon againBaby's insane, Baby's insanehide all the knives 'cause Baby's insaneShe runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawnall bare their claws at the sound of your namedon't knock on her window don't knock on her doorshe's rigged up your welcome one inch off the floorBaby's insane, Baby's insaneBaby's on a trip to the moon againBaby's insane, Baby's insanehide all the knives 'cause Baby's insaneThe roaches are flying where she sleeps at nightscream over her bed help us find some lightit stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongueshe's dreaming of you with a hand on her gunBaby's insane, Baby's insaneSongtexteBaby's on a trip to the moon againBaby's insane, Baby's insanehide all the knives 'cause Baby's insaneShe's picked you white roses from the funeral pagethere's a whole lot of cities where a good man can ageI know that she loves you but it's time to move ondon't miss the bus 'cause Baby's insaneBaby's insane, Baby's insaneBaby's on a trip to the moon againBaby's insane, Baby's insanehide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane Aus Songtexte Mania