Kicking in the Christ
Kiss crude as it is
Talk is cheap like a local Jezebel
Got her face wounds Vigilante-style
Highwayman lick a shallow grave
Play harmonica, harmonica, harmonica
Speaking horseflesh, singing horse
Flesh find young blood
Now is now!
This is the end
Hey my friend to take what you have given your garden, your Eden
Now my eyes burn dry with the usual who's who
Is this thing called life?
Fascination slug pile never band
Some fat-ass pregnant bitch dancing her pinhole jelly veins
To some jungle bell daddy sleaze looking for a stinking piece
Like it raw and soft, like it raw and soft
A substitute oyster house all you can stomach
But who can eat at a Time like
Five-fingered apostle lose a slipping gun
Spin and turn a tombstone blue feeling like a Jesus clone in a solid whorehouse
We all play the game 'cause time is money
Money wastes my time
My Time is dirt
Dirt is my carnival
Now is now!
Psyched-out and mean mutilation
Peace machine pussycat in trash
Make a real love machine
Sitting like a Ziegfeld crow classic textbook case basket-head
Sidewalk time has come again
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Kick Lyrics

Rob Zombie – Kick Lyrics