Bill Ward

I am at night an undertaker
I do thy dirty work for thee
And after doing, ask this question,
"What in the hell are you to me?"
Push, push, push
Silly bugger
Youre a vagabond
Yeah, yeah
Get you out of this town
You are at best distorted pleasure (pleasure)
Between the lipstick and the rouge
Too bad my instinct has been sleeping
And let your thoughts become my food.
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Expect short measure in your payload
Im through with working out with thee
Im on my way to higher places (places)
Dont need the hole that youve been saving just for me.
[ Music For A Raw Nerve Ending Lyrics ]