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Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst |
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You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed? |
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Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun, |
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You suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle, |
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Your motorcycle is your gun. |
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I can't believe im feeding cockroaches in the biggest jungle known to man |
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Right where the hear of Chinatown cuts in to old Siam |
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I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade |
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And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens |
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Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs |
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Guns crack out on the boulevard spitting fire way down on the row |
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Cruisers flip out on the warpath, a pack of dogs attack the old wino |
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Im pleading dont let anyone hurt him, and its midnight parade |
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There goes the Blessed soul of the Virgin |
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Patron saint of Chambermaids |
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At the Condos de los Matadores where they hung Fatty Arbuckle's balls |
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You kid sisters sitting, kicking drugs on a Bedouin rug in the hall |
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I'm writing letters to the aliens, at midnight I rip down the shade |
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And there she sits, Queen of the Heavens |
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Saying Mexican silver is what true love weighs |
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Highway One Zero Street where Elvis buys his Pabst |
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You're not leaving are you baby? Has the hotel collapsed? |
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Zero Street Highway One where auto collision is fun, |
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You suntan's a cancer burn, and your motorcycle, |
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Your motorcycle is your gun. |
