Slug Line lyrics

3 on a fever, down in the dumps
the 1st one hollers, the 2nd one jumps
the 3rd writes a letter to his family
says I'd kill everyone if it was up to me

Early in the bathroom, looking for a drain
passing at the misery, just to ease the pain
Scared at the turbid, looking for a light
anything at all to get through the long night

long night, long night

Ohs, yeahs, and ai ya yas

Verse 1:
Oh girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
He says you almost need a bodyguard
Just to go walking down the boulevard
Little girl with their club feet
You try to be so neat but they're messy when you eat
When they gobble up the street
Those picture-perfect images
Pop another flash bulb and give a kiss
But it's a clear absurdity, what's a person supposed to say

Out in the street
They're tryin' to arrest my friend
They put him on ice now twice
But he's back again

Well he did that dance in Harlem
All across the USA
From the [Tapanzee?]
To the Golden Gate
He was an animal all the way

But now there's no more dancin'
No more dancin' in the street
Now there's no more dancin'
No more dancin' in the street

Martha and the Vandellas

Get in your car and go
Dependin' on how you feel
Turn up your radio
DJ says the love is real
He thinks it's the latest sensation
And you just keep changin' the station
(believe me baby) Do you know what love is about
Heard it on your stereo
Ev'rybody does without
Brokenhearted comic book hero
Don't worry your pretty little head now honey
It's only top twenty

CHORUS:
Whoah oh oh

Sharon's got a drugstore, in her bathroom
She loves you all right, she loves you all right
Get between the false eyelashes
Better kiss her before she crashes
She cannot hold you tight, she cannot hold you tight
All right!

Sharon's got a drugstore in her bathroom
She loves you all right, she loves you all right
Little trick that she learned from her mother

I went to the marketplace
They said they liked my face
Better than a digital watch
You got it, we're pros and we can spot it
So I thought it was some disease
But they were all on their knees
Shakin' hands with my picture
First we sterilize it
Then we merchandise it
Everybody tries
Everybody buys it

Well that's fine
Put me on the slug line
Punch a pretty hole in my mind

You've been a good girl
You've been a bad girl
You're not a girl anymore
Deep in a picture show
Unbuttoned in the last row
You watched the grown-ups win the war
Now that they've got you where they want you
You're just combin' your hair
The alteration's done,but you're havin' way too much fun
They want to touch you but you just don't care

Take off your uniform

Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets
He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress
She said Oh, I'm so bored
He said Oh, tell me more

She popped him on the dick until he got a little bigger then she just blew up
She grabbed him by the liver put his hands on her hips, said push my luck
He said Oh, I'm so scared

He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by
He kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tie
And he never washed his hair
You wished he wasn't there

But everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
Everybody cried
The night that Kenny died

It was so touching all the girls that would not touch him
He drew their pictures in his books I used to watch him

Little girl playin' with the moonlight
Shine it on me, shine it on me
There's a cloud over my light and its troubling me, troubling me
Such a world, such an invitation
Come as you are, come as you are
Subject to change, but we'll try not to leave any cars

CHORUS:
Washable ink, if you think it stinks you can cry it away
They dont want to hear your sad story today

Your hair is brown
Your eyes are brown
Your skin is white
Two out of three
OK with me
Come over here tonight
I believe, I believe
I believe in you
I see your body, I see your body
And I know what to do-

Cause you're my love interest
You're my love interest
You're my love interest
You're my love interest

Your mouth works
Your mind works
You're a real suprise
You tell me this

I see you singing like a camera
I see you staring from your mouth
I see you spittin' out your algebra
You think you've got it figured out

I saw you on American Bandstand
I saw you on the Mickey Mouse Club
I see your wife has a trash compactor
I see you holdin' two ticket stubs

I see you pushin' out your politics
I see you rifling the machine
I see you dressin' up your party chicks