there's no sin like original sin
there's no biz like the movie biz
there's no trace of the ruby ridge
a shitstorm is pulling into site
and i fear for my life
there's no flag on the mountaintop
there's no king like the king of pop
i spill into second best
another pill deep in the chest
a shitstorm is pulling into site
and i fear for my life
feather blue, feather feather green
she's a diamond smoke, diamond smoke, diamond in-between
shed your skin for the queen, for the queen of pain
i like her big time...love her flame
i like her big time...love her flame
i like her big time...i love her flame
a shy smile of a little of a little girl
she seems to tricky for middle earth
wide awake for a song or two
fry me baby, fry me good
a shitstorm is pulling into site
and i fear for my life
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