| Lyrics: | I try to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the
posters are torn by the muggin' gangs...
By the faggy parks and burnt out va..ans
I've got
ninety-nine years of layin' in the dark
and I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine
ways to play my guitar
Its gonna play 'em in before I die
{Chorus}
So bob your
sweet head
Brother Ziggy gonna play
I'm just a bob-a-lectic hear
Gonna rock-it in
your head
Shazam! and come ball,
where my guitar-um is-a playin'
We can give you
sweet head
I'm tough as glass and clean as night
Well, if looks can love, we can
love alright
I'm your r-r-r-rubber peacock, angelic whore
I'm a wrought-iron face upon the
wall..l..l
I've had ninety-nine tales of murder-come-life,
and I'm running away from it
all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town,
they're gonna claim me if I
fall
{chorus}
Sweet head
Gonna give ya sweet head
(spoken: While ya
down there)
See my eyes of blocked emotion
See my tremble, see my
fall
Traumatic, stinkin' fast
Your faith in me can last
Besides, I'm numb to lay
you,
rubbin' all
Look south the way your mother dwells
'Cause if she knew
what's going on, she'd give you hell
I'm the kind of man she warned me of
Until there was
rock, you only had God
You and I have a mutual vow
We both like gamery, and we both like
loud
I got pretty shoes, and I'm kin and proud
I'm street-side-out, with my ear to the
crowd
{chorus}
Move along, son
ca-cho, ca-cho
ca-cho,
ca-cho
Woo |
