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I've got a friend she's so into me
She says that she loves me religiously
She's got ghost in her hair, god in her stare
& she's pouring her spirit all over me
She kneels right down she's like a praying mantis
& she looks up at me she is the queen of Atlantis
Just take my hand, sister, come with me
& we'll take another trip on my flying machine
I know this freak she's into serial killers
She's got a wall dedicated to Henry Miller
She wears dead man's shoes a trilby hat
she's got a motorcycle tattooed right across her back
She's living in the basement of an old theater
Made an extra room out of a broken elevator
She's a fire sign, she's one eye blind
She's telling everybody she's a real good friend of mine.
I've got a friend he's into heroin
One of my beatnik brothers from the narrow end
He's got eyes in the back of every parking lot
He's got a pornographic mind & a razor in his sock
He goes walking alone down the streets at night
looking for a place where he can hide 'till morning light
One eye blind, broken finger & the ghost girl
One eye blind, broken finger & the ghost girl
One eye blind, broken finger & the ghost girl
One eye blind, broken finger & the ghost girl
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The Connection
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The cops blew my connection so I drove around all night, with the headlights coming at me like one thousand parasites.
My heart beats black & ugly like a devil in my chest
& his dirty blood is boiling in a state of soul unrest.
& the sky weighs down upon me & there's no way to relax, so I drive a little longer in this borrowed Cadillac
All those little sermons they still echo in my head
I read all the little warnings that were written out in red. Still I gravitate toward it like a man up on a cliff.
You can hang on to the railings but the chasm sucks you in
Stand up, shoot up... Throw away your life
Stand up, shoot up... Throw away your life
I wanna do it again I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again I wanna do it again
I don't even know if i can make it on my own
So I swoop on my connection like a vulture to the bone. Now lover give him money, Now lover give him sex. Now lover give him everything with my fingers 'round your neck
I wanna do it again I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again I wanna do it again
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