you wanna try Now, I'm hitchin' a ride back from Brownie's I'm kind of sad but I feel alright The cold night it stings but I got me some wings I'll
I'm blowing on stinky that come in a jar I'm playing with her kitty later come in the car she a red bone but her cousin is dark a little out of shape
Ain't a damn thing promised to ya Except livin' your life, and dyin' one day, I'm just bein' honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun It is night,
loose..Produce'n' Push! Push! Refrain Push! Push! Push!Just a little Push! Push! Push!A little further Push! Push! Push!Just a little bit Push! Push! Push!A little
A white moon appears Like a hole in the sky The mangroves go quiet In la Brisa de la Palma A teenage Rasputin Takes the sting from a gin When a woman
angel voice away Some lower their eyes, some of us shout cheats Cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting Tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings
and crawls and bites!! On the Amazon, the prophylactics prowl On the Amazon, the hypodermics howl On the Amazon, you'll hear a scarab scowl and sting zodiacs on the wing
off and fool them all Stay there Faceless, so little there to judge Left wing, let's separate the cold out Opposites, we never need to tell One sting
: Poor little rich girl Your money talks, you pull the strings It's a shame, poor little rich girl Your money burns, we all have wings In the game, poor little
carving your tombstone since they first met you. It's not the years spent in the wings, but it's the lies that really sting, but now with one brief little
dammit boy, pay attention Try it again, little bit more juice this time Try it again, yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time Try it again, concentrate, a little
ravenous catalyst Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant I choked when the cage bird sings it stings Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped wings
A stick a stone it's the end of the road, it's the rest of the stump it's a little alone it's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun, it is night
the sting Who'll get the stripes Black and yellow A dangerous creature Chattering wings Flashing antennae Who is it? It buzzes fine The bee Buzzes fine, stings
and nasty The Lord God made the lot Each little snake that poisons Each little wasp that stings He made their brutish venom He made their horrid wings
in an unidentified flying object Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus My metaphors sting