The Room

There’s blood on the floor, dripping candy sticks and gore, you say you’ll play nice, nightmares that fuel your rotten core

Daddy is dead and now you gotta survive in the dark, running around the town, brass holes hung around your heart

Lovin’ the door, big brass handles curve inward, stairs that lead down, dungeons of doom your hope forlorn,

Everything’s gone and dry by your outstretched sickened hand, running around at night in your black silk silver tan

(CHORUS) Down on your knees, feelin’ him up it must be heaven you feel, In with the sleaze, Can’t get enough of this Vegas night life yeah, runnin’ the trees, coconut drinks as big as baby heads and, I need to know, that you’re never … ever … going

Daddy is dead and now you drive his old car all night, picking up slags and all the creeps in the dark

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