Anything that can be done chemically can be done in any way
She's the toughest of storms
She'll come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey, not my money
She's a funky thought collector
Laying on electric dreams
C'mon, c'mon
We really got a good thing going
C'mon, c'mon
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself
We don't dance, we don't talk, we just fucking play
We move around like tigers with vaseline
The bitter gets better on a stolen guitar
You either bless it with a spite or some more
C'mon, c'mon
We really got a good thing going
C'mon, c'mon
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself
C'mon, c'mon
We really got a good thing going
C'mon, c'mon
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself
C'mon, c'mon
We really got a good thing going
C'mon, c'mon
If you think we're going to make it
You better hang on to yourself
Swindle
Swindle
Swindle
Swindle
Swindle
Swindle
And don't forget to put in
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