I'm your whore, I need your cash Play with me, feel my trash Play with me, feel my trash Play with me, I want your cash We are teenage whores Come to hurt, to make you sore We are teenage whores Suck you dry, leave you poor Got me down, on the bed Ten dollars, to give you head See them all die, one by one Kill the fathers, kill your sons We are teenage whores Come to hurt, to make you sore We are teenage whores Suck you dry, leave you poor Send the boys off to war See them all die for the teenage whores See them burning, one by one Kill the fathers, kill your sons We are teenage whores Come to hurt, to make you sore We are teenage whores Suck you dry, leave you poor I'm your whore, I need your cash Play with me, feel my trash Play with me, feel my trash Play with me, I want your cash We are teenage whores We are teenage whores We are teenage whores We are teenage whores

Soap opera, TV screen, Trashola Cop killer, beauty queen, Trashola Richard and Judy on the scene, Trashola Everywhere we've ever been, Trashola Want to live like Jayne Mansfield, Trashola Pink palace, drug deals, oh yeah Tabloid news on my knees, Trashola Aliens abducted me, Trashola Sold my story for a fee, Trashola Don't you wish that you were me, Trashola Fuck forever, wait and see, Trashola Die young and stay pretty, oh yeah Trashola x2 Trash see, trash do, trash life, trash food x4 Trashola x4

We're the girls from P.I.G. Making our own history P.I.G. is here for you We're gonna show you what to do Into the streets of London town Blow it up or burn it down Kick it till it breaks We're the girls from P.I.G. Ending the century (Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah) P.I.G. is here for you We're gonna show you what to do (Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah) Into the streets of London town Blow it up or burn it down Kick it, kick it, kick it, kick it till it breaks Politically Involved Girls x4 Baader Meinhof had their fun Patty Hearst load up the gun Come and loot the aisles with me In your town, in your city Into the streets of London town Blow it up or burn it down Kick it till it breaks Politically Involved Girls Politically Involved Girls She's politically involved, girls She's politically involved, girls

Too bad you lost your boy Too bad you lost your baby Too bad, too bad Too bad you're not a mother Too bad you're not my father So sad, too bad Sick of hearing you bitch, moan and groan Go on back to your mum and dad at home Too bad you lost your boy Too bad you lost your baby Too bad, too bad I'm glad I'm not your mother I'm glad I'm not your lover Too bad, I'm glad Sick of all your whining on the fucking phone Go on back to daddy and leave me alone Too bad you lost your boy Too bad you lost your baby Too bad, too bad Too bad you're not a mother Too bad you're not my father Too bad, I'm sad Too bad x3

Peppermint cat, peppermint cat Licorice flavoured, she knows where it's at Put on the make up, gold, green and black Peppermint cat, peppermint cat Peppermint colours, colours so strong Feeling eat this, a sexy love song Glittering sequins and dress red and long Peppermint song, a peppermint love song Black PVC boots, lipstick rose blood Just like her lover, a rosebud of blood Horse in a flesh mascara flood Rosebud of blood, peppermint blood Black boots and fishnets, tasting so sweet Leopardskin jacket, tattoos and raw meat Red nail polish, skin rubber heat She walks down the street, she walks down the street Peppermint cat, peppermint cat Pretty but twisted, never grows flat Driving him crazy, sucking his pout That peppermint cat, peppermint cat Peppermint cat, peppermint cat Pretty but twisted, he never goes flat Driving him crazy, sucking his pout Peppermint cat, the peppermint cat Peppermint cat

He's my lover, swamped in black He won't be coming back See my lips, wet and warm In the streets, my dress is torn In the setting sun we die See my drowning in his eyes Oh, lord, I know the Devil lies Bury his head between my thighs Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill I swear to god that I love you still Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill Swallow me, I'm your pill He's my God, hypnotized Grease my face, grease my thighs He's my God, hypnotized Grease my face, grease my eyes Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill I swear to god that I love you still Six Inch Killaz, shoot to kill Swallow me, I'm your pill Six Inch Killaz Kill, kill, kill

I'm stupid, I eat cock, I'm mindless, I suck you I wanna fucking pizza, I wanna sniff some glue For me a double vodka, a cherry on a stick I'd love a sherry, that's lovely, but heroin makes me sick And Luis, would you like a drink? "How kind of you to ask Two bottles of neat gin, please, in a plastic thermos flask" A swift half then, before we start? I'll have my gooseberry fool Fondant fancy? Oh, yes, please - that's lovely wonderful!

It's was only a matter of time You should have listened to what the doctor said You should have noticed the warning signs When you slept with barbed wire in your bed You need a straitjacket, you are confused You need a straitjacket, to beat the blues You need a soft spot in a rubber room I wanna see you in a straitjacket soon You were once a sweet young thing Of style and tact and grace But I should have known there was something wrong When you stuck those lashes all over your face You need a straitjacket, you are confused You need a straitjacket, to beat the blues You need a soft spot in a rubber room I wanna see you in a straitjacket soon You're paranoid, delusional You need a plastic fork and a plastic spoon You're paranoid, delusional You need a plastic fork and a plastic spoon You're catatonic, psychotic You need medication It's was only a matter of time I should have listened to what the doctor said I should have noticed the warning signs When you slept with barbed wire in your bed You need a straitjacket, you are confused You need a straitjacket, to beat the blues You need a soft spot in a rubber room I wanna see you in a straitjacket soon Straitjacket soon Straitjacket soon Straitjacket soon - oh yeah!

Soap opera, TV screen, Trashola Cop killer, beauty queen, Trashola Richard and Judy on the scene, Trashola Everywhere we've ever been, Trashola Want to live like Jayne Mansfield, Trashola Pink palace, drug deals, oh yeah Tabloid news on my knees, Trashola Aliens abducted me, Trashola Sold my story for a fee, Trashola Don't you wish that you were me, Trashola Fuck forever, wait and see, Trashola Die young and stay pretty, oh yeah Trashola x2 Trash see, trash do, trash life, trash food x4 Trashola x4

Long sleeved concealer, poppy field dreamer Shoot up your lover, destroys like no other Pin eyed revealer, sunshade demeanour Asleep on a tissue of scars A rush you pray will last A girl who lit the flame, a boy who finds a vein Create your world, you create your world You create your world, you create your world again Lock away abuse, a needle you will use To spark the cold hard truth that's borne from man to youth Reality's dancing hips, broke and from a slip Reduced from hit to hit Powdered whiteness fits A girl who lit the flame, a boy who finds a vein Create your world, you create your world You create your world, you create your world again Long sleeved concealer, poppy field dreamer Shoot up your lover, destroys like no other Pin eyed revealer, sunshade demeanour Asleep on a tissue of scars A rush you pray will last A girl who lit the flame, a boy who finds a vein Create your world, you create your world You create your world, you create your world again (Luis ad-lib to end) Jasmine: You're powdered, you're white, my lipstick tonight You're powdered, you're white, my lipstick tonight

She wore a pink suit and a pillbox hat She wore a veil, she looked good in black Superwhite superstar Crawling, screaming, from the car She wore big sunglasses Smiled to hide the scars Married a millionaire Preferred yachts to cars She lived in New York City She went to Studio 54 And then she died of cancer Now she's an angel for sure She looked good in black - dear Jackie So good in black - Jackie O So good in black - dear Jackie So good in black - Jackie O

I can see the twilight, entering my head The dead man living in me, the dead man's in my bed She's moving through the shadows, the lightbulb makes me blind The ruby lips and fishnets, she's forming in my mind Rubber set, rubber drugette My body starts the sucking, the corset and the pearls You spiteful vicious slut, you pretty little girls The glitter in the mirror, your mouth is red and wide The coming and the fallout, feeling slipping side Rubber set, rubber drugette Rubber pet, rubber drugette

Here come the dogs in heat Bury you alive from your head to feet Wrapped around a real, real mean streak Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat Oh, sweet Jesus, here they come Such elegant destroyers in all that they've done down In this wasteland called your living room Hear them salivate at the dead of noon Accept your flattery, accept your praise From this world you'll be erased Dogs in heat come for you Take you out with a bite or two Dogs in heat drag you down Oh, so quickly, without a sound Oh, sweet Jesus, here they come Such elegant destroyers in all that they've done down Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat Suck your mind as you weep Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat Bury you in a hole too deep Here come the dogs, here come the dogs, Here come the dogs, the dogs in heat

She's so funky, disco junky She's so funky, disco junky She's so funky, disco junky, yeah x2 Woo hoo, don't you love her x3 She's so funky, disco junky, huh huh She's so funky, disco junky She's so funky, disco junky She's so funky, disco junky, yeah x2 Woo hoo, don't you love her x3 She's so funky, disco junky, huh huh

I have a body, sometimes a mind Swimming in vodka in the summertime Melt away the snows of doubt In this life, a loveless drought Come to me and take me home Languish naked, naked, alone You're just like me, yes, caged all you want Running on empty, please fill me up You left me shipwrecked, a conoisseur of flesh You left me shipwrecked, in a sea on unrest Through a pink and orange night Same scent, backstreet bar Radiate for you with bloodshot eyes Feeling old, but never wise Bloodshot eyes Feeling old, old but never wise Oh yeah, we kissed, a kiss to tame How I missed you, did you do the same? Check my face, make sure it's still mine Another unpaid whore seeking love to feel secure Does it please you to know that I need you? You left me shipwrecked You left me shipwrecked You left me shipwrecked Shipwrecked, shipwrecked and alone

Mr Bossanova Come here and take me over Fill the screen, hot Casanova Kiss me ere, Desdemona Watch my halo, see it shine Upon my lips you taste divine Mr Bossanova One lick and roll me over Dig deep, spend your pleasure Until the grave, we'll last for ever Watch my halo, see it shine Upon my lips you taste divine Everything you need Everything you've seen Everything you've been He's got it Everything you need Everything you've seen Everything you've been She's got it Mr Bossanova Bloodstained glass, I'll step over To claim you my paramour Adore me, naked and sore Watch my halo, see it shine Upon my lips you taste divine Mr Bossanova Mr Bossanova Mr Bossanova Hey there, Bossanova

Out of my head Stoned on my lover From bed to bed No time to recover She paints herself crimson red Caress my lover's head She paints herself crimson red Caress my lover's head Night catches day Lost in your rapture My latest flame Suppress boredom and pain She paints herself crimson red Caress my lover's head She paints herself crimson red Caress my lover's head Out of my head Stoned on my lover From bed to bed No time to recover She paints herself crimson red Caress my lover's head She paints herself crimson red Caress my lover's head

Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise You gotta Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise You gotta Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise You gotta Cleanse and Tone and Moisturise

She was only seventeen Holding onto life's young dream She's a twenty-first century fox On the dancefloor till the music stops From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square In the streets of London, you will see her there She's an International Supervixen, yeah Silver, gold and plastic sex Shakes her booty on the movie set Smell the heat from the boulevard Enslaves you with her calling card From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square Into New York City, baby, she don't care She's an International Supervixen, yeah Seventeen candles by her bed Seventeen ways to her lover's head Seventeen times in the back of a car Seventeen cuts for a movie star Twenty-first century superbitch Screw the poor and fuck the rich She's an International Supervixen, yeah

Rock and roll soundtrack playing in her head Opens her eyelashes in a dirty stained bed Another day in which to get lost Stole a kiss from the sun 'cause the moon rays are gone She's moving to the Pop Art sound Superstar of the Year in a Velvet Underground Poor little rich girl hitting the scene Baby faced charmer, a cameraman's dream Leopardskin fur coat over track marks and glitter Loves to be loved, it's an oncoming pleasure She's moving to the Pop Art sound Superstar of the Year in a Velvet Underground Party to party, she is never coming down Cover to cover, she's the hottest news in town Socialite debutante breathing glamour and fame A walking time bomb, mascara in the rain She's shaking, she's twisting, she's electric tonight Blinding beauty, a femme fatale of the moonlight She's moving to the Pop Art sound Superstar of the Year in a Velvet Underground Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar She's a superstar Superstar

She was only seventeen Holding onto life's young dream She's a twenty-first century fox On the dancefloor till the music stops From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square In the streets of London, you will see her there She's an International Supervixen, yeah Silver, gold and plastic sex Shakes her booty on the movie set Smell the heat from the boulevard Enslaves you with her calling card From Bar Italia to Hoxton Square Into New York City, baby, she don't care She's an International Supervixen, yeah Seventeen candles by her bed Seventeen ways to her lover's head Seventeen times in the back of a car Seventeen cuts for a movie star Twenty-first century superbitch Screw the poor and fuck the rich She's an International Supervixen, yeah International Supervixen International Supervixen International Supervixen, yeah She'll meet you there

Rock and roll soundtrack playing in her head Opens her eyelashes in a dirty stained bed Another day in which to get lost Stole a kiss from the sun 'cause the moon rays are gone She's moving to the Pop Art sound Superstar of the Year in a Velvet Underground Poor little rich girl hitting the scene Baby faced charmer, a cameraman's dream Leopardskin fur coat over track marks and glitter Loves to be loved, it's an oncoming pleasure She's moving to the Pop Art sound Superstar of the Year in a Velvet Underground Party to party, she is never coming down Cover to cover, she's the hottest news in town Socialite debutante breathing glamour and fame A walking time bomb, mascara in the rain She's shaking, she's twisting, she's electric tonight Blinding beauty, a femme fatale of the moonlight She's moving to the Pop Art sound Superstar of the Year in a Velvet Underground Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar Ooh, la la la, she's a superstar She's a superstar Superstar

We're the girls from P.I.G. Making our own history P.I.G. is here for you We're gonna show you what to do Into the streets of London town Blow it up or burn it down Kick it till it breaks We're the girls from P.I.G. Ending the century (Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah) P.I.G. is here for you We're gonna show you what to do (Burn, baby, burn, baby, burn, yeah) Into the streets of London town Blow it up or burn it down Kick it, kick it, kick it, kick it till it breaks Politically Involved Girls x4 Baader Meinhof had their fun Patty Hearst load up the gun Come and loot the aisles with me In your town, in your city Into the streets of London town Blow it up or burn it down Kick it till it breaks Politically Involved Girls Politically Involved Girls She's politically involved, girls She's politically involved, girls

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Velcro x4 Stick it on, rip it off x6

Did you see me, I saw you A looking glass, stepping through Coming out fine, as a lover of mine Tattooed skin, slipping in Smiling pretty, playing cool Right side shy, left side cruel Schizoid personality Just a different side to me For a moment, for a while From a horse to a tiger to a crocodile Love you in a way, you always seem to stay Cell to cell, naked DNA Born to be one with sex added on A perfect fix, kissing whose lips Schizoid personality Just a different side to me For a moment, for a while From a horse to a tiger to a crocodile Waking up in a strange one's bed Many voices in my head Bittersweet, a new sensation Baby boom, pill popping generation Schizoid personality Just a different side to me For a moment, for a while From a horse to a tiger to a crocodile

Death came driving out the desert where hyenas roam free Hyped up, speeding, tripped up on LSD To leave a bloody handprint on history Purring car engine in the Hollywood hills Creepy crawly nightmare, programmed to kill Carved WAR on your stomach Or hung till you're still White is the fear, the locusts are here x3 White is the fear Messiah from Spahn Ranch brought them to you Disciples of a long haired, bearded guru In your jet set face, blonde venus starlet Or a coffee heiress, polaroid violence On an autopsy desk, alien carcass Swallow the worms, switch off the wireless Carved WAR on your stomach Or hung till you're still White is the fear, the locusts are here x3 White is the fear Beautiful people, bubblegum pop Stabbed till you bleed, timble and drop A Helter Skelter ride, that just wouldn't stop Oh, no, oh, no White is the fear, the locusts are here x3 White is the fear

She kisses, leaving lipstick smooches On pretty boys' faces Along with her crow's feet, she carries airs and graces Sipping champagne, as ghosts start to wander And the lesser encounters she wishes would last a little longer A lover lying ageless with her teenage beauties She calls angels, she calls angels Years of drifting, in collateral bedrooms Years of living under twenty four hour media When need for questions when no answers enlighten Sexual endeavours sometimes reason to her loneliness A lover lying ageless with teenage beauty She calls angels, she calls angels