Midnite Vultures

We like the boys With the bullet proof vests We like the girls With the cellophane chests (x2) I know you really want it Cuz your Daddy's always on it And he knows just how to flaunt it He got pictures in his wallet And he wanna be your lover Does he

Searchlights on the skyline Just looking for a friend Who's gonna love my baby When she's gone around the bend? Egyptian bells are ringing When it's her birthday Sweet nothin', I'm talking about you There's a hurricane blowing your way Ooh such a bea

cant you hear those cavalry drums hijacking your equilibrium midnight hags in the mausoleum where the pixilated doctors moan carnivores in the kowloon night breathing freon by the candlelight coquettes bitch slap you so polite till you thank them for

I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Freaks flock together And make all the b-boys scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn it up now Word up to the manthing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen I just wanna watch