in your face, courtney!
Deborah Denise: Guitars, Vox, Sequencers
James C. Frank: Bass, Sequencers, Tambourine, BVox
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fiogf49gjkf0d CLOVE SMOKER
(music & lyrics: Deborah Denise)
What kind of feminista makes her bones between her legs
A pole, a lap, a veil, a mask and all the world's your stage
You think they'll bronze your lips and hang them in the hall of fame
Your lyrics ain't that tight and you can't write a note you play
So can we sell it, so we can sell out
Big bucks were brought, big bucks we're bought out
In god we trust, in god we sell out
And god knows you can't save any one
I wanted something beautiful and you brought in the dregs
If I want something new punk rock, I’ll turn over the page
I pass, I kick, I hit, I lick, it's all in my domain
My man will mix and master every bit with no delay
So can we sell it, so we can sell out
And god knows you can't save anyone
Remember when Versace thought that you were all the rage
Security is getting lax in guarding our old age
I start at stem and end in crown devouring my brain
The velvet ropes that held me back are starting to give way
So can we sell it, so we can sell out
And god, you sell out
Good god, you sellout
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