Denise Bahena
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The drugs and the sex
I still got the crucifix that you left
around my neck
The money, the sweet cash
I remember when you fucked all my friends,
and stole my stash.
So tell me what you see when you push through to the otherside
I recall your interest bloomed when you told me that John Lennon died. Well they don't let monsters in, but if you got cash? They might step aside. So tell me what you see when you push through to the otherside
Oh my god damn, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh my god damn, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh my god damn, oh, oh oh, oh
Oh my god damn, oh, oh oh, oh
The drugs and the sex
I still got the tattoo "Sugar", on my chest
Your brain and your strut
You used to shake them down sweet thing,
but then what?
So tell me what you see when you push through to the otherside
I recall your interest bloomed when you told me that John Lennon died. Well they don't let monsters in, but if you got cash? They might step aside. This ain't no promise land it's all been tilled and occupied.
And occupied
Oh, I wonder why?
Oh, I wonder why?
Oh, I wonder why?
Oh...
The drugs and the sex
I'm rubbing the crucifix now baby,
this is my hex
I got my cauldron (candles), and my toys
it's coming down to this; you and me,
and now, what's that noise?
It's you telling me what you see when you push through to the otherside. I recall your interest bloomed when you told me that John Lennon died. Well they don't let monsters in, but if you got cash? They might step aside. So tell me what you see when you push through to the otherside.
Into the otherside.
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