Son of a Bitch
I'm so happy, 'cause I'm with you
No need to marry, to wash away my blues
I see the moonlight, sailing in your eyes
And all those stars, just learning to hypnotize
I got no horn to blow your fears
I got no lies to wash your tears
I got no soul to lift your body
I got no friends, daddy or mommy
I got no hell to burn your heaven
I got no sin just the deadly seven
Don't have the joy to stir up the power
Don't have the feel for a real good lover, yeah
I got nothing, but the lonely purple sun
I got nothing, and I'm sure it makes you run
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house?
I'm just stumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse
I got nothing, and I'm a weak son of a bitch
I got no God to train my monkey
Don't have the guts for hanky-panky
I got no punk to spark some fire
I got no bird upon the wire
I got no spirit to shake my bones
I like the Beatles, but more the Stones
I got no passion for the right direction
Don't even want no, want no satisfaction
I got nothing, but the lonely purple sun
I got nothing, and I'm sure it makes you run
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house?
I'm just stumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse
I got nothing, and I'm a weak son of a bitch
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house?
I'm just stumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse
I got nothing, and I'm a weak son of a bitch!
No need to marry, to wash away my blues
I see the moonlight, sailing in your eyes
And all those stars, just learning to hypnotize
I got no horn to blow your fears
I got no lies to wash your tears
I got no soul to lift your body
I got no friends, daddy or mommy
I got no hell to burn your heaven
I got no sin just the deadly seven
Don't have the joy to stir up the power
Don't have the feel for a real good lover, yeah
I got nothing, but the lonely purple sun
I got nothing, and I'm sure it makes you run
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house?
I'm just stumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse
I got nothing, and I'm a weak son of a bitch
I got no God to train my monkey
Don't have the guts for hanky-panky
I got no punk to spark some fire
I got no bird upon the wire
I got no spirit to shake my bones
I like the Beatles, but more the Stones
I got no passion for the right direction
Don't even want no, want no satisfaction
I got nothing, but the lonely purple sun
I got nothing, and I'm sure it makes you run
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house?
I'm just stumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse
I got nothing, and I'm a weak son of a bitch
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house?
I'm just stumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse
I got nothing, and I'm a weak son of a bitch!
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Writer(s): Quimby
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