Decadent & Desperate

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    Beat down, fucked up.
    I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
    Now what you tell me.
    I can't even get shit for free.

    Hey girl, I'll have to go.
    Ain't got no money so let's go slow.
    In my room, this living hell.
    A living hell in the shit motel.

    Decadent and desperate!

    Fair play, crack's your pay.
    Shoot me up and make my day.
    Oh yeah, way to go.
    You really are a damn good ho.

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    Oh yeah, at the shit motel.
    How I love being stuck in this cell.
    Fucked up in a shit stained sty.
    Everything they ever said was a big, fat lie!

    Decadent and desperate!

    You're such a fucking dog!
    Looking for your special drug!

    Decadent and desperate!

    Beat down, fucked up.
    I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
    Now what you tell me.
    I can't even get shit for free.

    All right, come on.
    In a year or two we'll both be gone.
    Who cares how sweet?
    Your pain's gonna taste when it falls to shit!

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    Composición: Zé Gonzales

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