He's got a really big tongue
It rolls way out
Snaking around in the club
It slicks
you down
Scratching his face like a bum
He pulls you back
Circa
nineteen-eighty-one
He pulls you back
You are, you are shining some glory
You
are, you are shining some glory
On me, on me
You are, you are shining some glory
You
are, you are shining some glory on me
Dance of the seven veils
Johnny, my
love, get out of the business
It makes me wanna rough you up so badly
Makes me wanna roll
you up in plastic
Toss you up and pump you full of lead
Johnny, my love, get out of
the business
The odds are getting fatter by the minute
That I have got a bright and shiny
platter
And I am gonna get your heavy head
I only ask because I'm a real cunt in
spring
You can rent me by the hour
I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers
So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness
Now all we
gotta do is get a preacher
He can probably skip the "until death" part
'Cause Johnny, my
love, you're already dead
I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
You can rent
me by the hour
I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers
