Memphis Lyrics

White Zombie Memphis

get your head down bite the dust interiors rolling on another brotherhood of the gun clean up this town back to the wall pecos, texas flanked by the law got a rocket skull mantle piece boy, kiss the holy ground but will success spoil rock hunter? in an o rnamental maggot cave let her go let her go let her go. Now Pat Garrett fired that proverbiable shot in the dark, but it was not aimed a Billy the Kid, it was not aimed at St. John it was meant for the secret consealed in a poker-face rustler (yea) poker -face. glass eyes blood a sucker's need "it's public health", groans Mr. Seed not a lunchtime Rat in my car crunching that Atlas wheel yea, expensive like my wife expensive like my boring life some straight ass bitch cries "hey!" "this is what you need" but an omni fool sings a dog song but it only takes an instant sandpaper tongues scratching creation creation creation minutes before his exection he was proclaimed a hero, minutes before he was another dancing corpse sporting some homemade fine tattoos y ea! Homemade in a Memphis