Iggy pop james williamson

Sister, child o mine We are the sweeter kind Drugs and death are our place and time Restless and running blind Good and bad and lies we've done Make us so touchy, lord they make us cry But we're gonna...

Hey! Oh! Hey! Oh! Outside an asshole is crawling out of his hole Back of his back black Look out, lucky monkeys! A lady with red plastic Saxophone lined lips kicks Fears and tears put out matches Look...

Man, I feel so washed out today Burn the sheets off my bed Man, and throw that girl away 'Cause I got nothin', got nothin' to say I got nothin', I got nothin' to say Man, I feel so used inside Broken...

We don't do what we're supoosed to, see? We got no maners anyway There's danger in our honesty 'Cause trouble comes to those who are free Can anybody hear me when I call? The real scene is out beyond...

You're a suede daddy on the boulevard That boy's no nelly, he'll break your nose and take your car And it's consolation prizes, consolation prizes That's all that's keeping you alive Keep my weapon...

Well I live here in kill city where the debris meets the sea I live here in kill city where the debris meets the sea It's a playground to the rich, but it's a loaded gun to me Well I'm sick of keeping...

I've been a dreamer for a long lost love Johanna, I hate you baby, 'cause you're the one I love I been a mean one, I been unclean, I been a bitch, and I know it too Johanna, I hate you baby, 'cause...

With your expensive smile and your money eyes And a full prescription bottle just to keep the customer high That's how you sell your love You push your love till nothings's left Sell your love, sell...