Bob George [Live in Dortmund, 1988]

New coat, huh?
That's nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
That's right baby, them's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and heat
Who bought you this diamond ring?
What's his name? Bob?
Bob, What's he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince?
Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Who do I look like baby?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You fucking around?
I've got a gun
Think I don't?
Then what's this?
Oh you quiet now, huh?
Bob, ain't that a bitch
[?]

Lan lan, lan lan lan

Oh shit!
"Come out with your hands up!"
Fuck you coming to get me!
Shit

Hello? Mr. George?
This is Camille
How come we can't have a party?
How come we can't dance?
Love?! I'm about no love!
It ain't about no love it's about money!
It's about the party!
Hey excuse me, hold up somebody at my door
Aw shit!

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy-thy-thy kingdom come