Lou Reed Lyrics
Lou Reed Lyrics
"Kicks Lyrics"
STRAIGHT Lyrics
You sleep better when you're You eat better when you're You sing better when you're You need me more when you're straight Is this the weekend? Is that your girlfriend? She's green and innocent and you smoke her like she's incense you smile Stay straight for me I'll wait 'till su
You sleep better when you're You eat better when you're You sing better when you're You need me more when you're straight Is this the weekend? Is that your girlfriend? She's green and innocent and you smoke her like she's incense you smile Stay straight for me I'll wait 'till su
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what's your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
When you cut that dude with just a little mania
You did it so, ... ah
When the blood comma' down his neck ...
Don't you know it was better
Father Friendly Lyrics
Dear Father forgive me it's been 3 minutes since my last erection make it hard so hard hats off to the catholic church hats off to mary and jesus thanks for the guilt you gave me my conscience still enslaves me if beating off's a mortals sin then god what a mess i'm inthan sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
'cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
and then you just get somebody to
to now, now, come on to you
And then you kill 'em, yeah
You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you g
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what's your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to c
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
'Cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I'm getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...
Dear Father forgive me it's been 3 minutes since my last erection make it hard so hard hats off to the catholic church hats off to mary and jesus thanks for the guilt you gave me my conscience still enslaves me if beating off's a mortals sin then god what a mess i'm in
It was way better than getting mean
'cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
and then you just get somebody to
to now, now, come on to you
And then you kill 'em, yeah
You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you g
#1 (With a Bullet) Lyrics
My bad was not to let you in When you stood by me better than a best friend And I thank you for givin' me a hand Now I'm your biggest fan Hercules, Superman You're #1 with a bullet baby When it comes to sparks, you're making all the marks You're #1 with a bullet honey In this
et your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, nowMy bad was not to let you in When you stood by me better than a best friend And I thank you for givin' me a hand Now I'm your biggest fan Hercules, Superman You're #1 with a bullet baby When it comes to sparks, you're making all the marks You're #1 with a bullet honey In this
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what's your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to c
It's Alright Lyrics
Lyrics by Mac Powell/Music by Third Day From the recording: Come Together, Track #6. Your letter said that you were leaving But you didn't know how long I have never stopped believing That one day you would return And though waiting is the hardest Part of everything I do I do confess
ame, come on to you, thenLyrics by Mac Powell/Music by Third Day From the recording: Come Together, Track #6. Your letter said that you were leaving But you didn't know how long I have never stopped believing That one day you would return And though waiting is the hardest Part of everything I do I do confess
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
'Cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I'm getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...