Album: Addicted to Bad Ideas: Peter Lorre's Twentieth Century

He without sin, leave home
Licking my lips, running stoned
Wherever you spit, cops, we run
Endless streets, we run

With a good criminal heart
Hinting at things best left unknown
The spine of the world is rusting
But rusting to gold

He without sin, leave home
Licking my lips, running stoned
Wherever you spit/piss, cops, we run
Endless streets, we run

Things are ready to explode
Meanness breeds anger
Exaltation in self-defense
What sounds like bad press is praise to my ears

Censorship of vulgarity
Don't take it so god-damned seriously
Who cares anyhow
Can't you just tell where this grin comes from

He without sin, leave home
Licking my lips, running stoned
Wherever you spit, cops, we run
Endless streets, we run

Are you without sin, leave home
What lips, cheekbones
Wherever you spit/piss, cops, we run
Endless streets, we run

Werewolves burning books
The best part of myself, my own
The concert has begun
Nowhere for you to

He without sin, leave home
Licking my lips, running stoned
Wherever you trip, cops, we run
Endless streets, we run

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