Lords of the New Church Lyrics
Eat Your Heart out

(Bator/James) Listen. A black ride on rodeo drive
in your Fiorucci jeans. You know it's nice when
it's just like ice. When it's sucked so dry.
Chelsea girl in romantic frills. Make sure that
you're seen. Freudian slips on suburban hips. I'm
gonna make you cry. Your T.V. set just fades away
'causa some kinda static like me. Your daddy ain't
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nowhere around. He ain't paying your bills.
Skeletons are coming all down from the attic for
tea. Your doktor ain't nowhere around. He ain't
curing your ills. Get your girlfriend to make it
three. We gotta keep it clean. Play it safe in
your private room. Outta magazines. You think you
put the X in sex, ah honey you're so mean. You
think you're slick - you know you're so slick. You
don't need vaseline. Shut up and sit down. Rich
bitch - eat your heart out.