We did not fade from noise meditation
We stopped abruptly while spinning down
This is not to depict hesitation
A silent gesture for princess' pleasure

Awh see what heaven sent
Whoa whoa!
Awh straight from Heaven's Gate
Yeah yeah!
Awh see what heaven meant
Yeah yeah!
When it embraces hate
Yeah yeah!

Elastic dreams of vicious actions
Plastic stomachs wrapped in steel
Hair falls in a dead breeze curtain
Trash can Canterbury Hollywood Boulevard

Awh you can count on it
Yeah yeah
Richard Hell tacked to the wall
Whoa whoa!
Remember the Plunger Pit
Yeah yeah!
In love with nothing at all
Whoa whoa!

Our beards are circuits to amplifier
All our bells have an elite ring
Rapacious gardens of female distinction
Can you smell trouble
Libraries of rubble

I don't want to know
Whoa whoa!
Who gets the highest score
No no!
That's when my poodle pukes
Yeah yeah!
On the gallery floor
Whoa whoa!

We did not fade from the noise meditation
We stopped abruptly while spinning down
Hair falls in a dead breeze curtain
A silent gesture for princess' pleasure

Here comes Mary Rat
Whoa whoa!
Trudi tattooed to the wall
Whoa whoa!
Take me back to disgraceland
Yeah yeah!
In love with nothing at all
Yeah yeah!

Unh!

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Writer(s): KIM A GORDON, LEE M RANALDO, STEVEN SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE