Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go! Go on girl let me touch that body Hike up that skirt get naughty You know I like it when you drop drop it low You know I like it when you lose control 'Cause I'm the kind of guy you'd love to be There ain't nobody that could fuck with me

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead dead And they keep on falling (Slaughterhouse yo)

I know what it is You know that you want it, baby When the night is through, will I still be loving you? Drop Drop dead legs, pretty smile, Hurts my head, gets me wild Dig that steam, giant butt, Makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you

Be drop drop dead cynical Welcome to the new world Open up the gates of paradise So let's get cynical Run into a new maze Open up your minds And soon we'll all I hope to thrill you that expectations rise I want to bring you so that you can compromise

So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why, Do they all get to live, and I have to die? And the angels sing "let it shine, let it shine" Dry the teardrops from my eyes. And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind, 'Cause the dead dead can't

This brutal love Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love Bitters and soda Anguish and shame The modern fool Something for my troubled mind

Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

Got a devil's haircut in my mind Somethin's wrong cause my mind is fading, And everywhere I look there's a dead dead end waiting, Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leprous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common Brain dead dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Trainwrecks, sidewalks Playtex, icebox