| Lyrics: | South of Market in the land of ruin
You get all manner of action
Tinsel tigers in The Metal
Room
Stalking satisfaction.
They got 'em packaged up for love and money
Tattooed tots
and chrome spike bunnies
Check my conscience at the DMZ
And roll on in, gonna roll in it,
honey
But I get a feelin like when big things collide
Like the crack before the thunder,
like I really ought to hide
And here comes Metal Angel, she looks ready to ride; |
