Whip That Thing

Devil girl knows, devil girl chose
Chose you for her lover, she will kill the others
Devil girl knows, devil girl chose
Chose you for a lover, she will kill the others
Chose you for her lover, she will kill the others

So we've come to that, whip that thing
Feel like nobody's business
She made it to the pearly gates
Good for her, good for her
She stopped at Reno's Carry-Out for a bottle of beer to take with her
She madе it through the bum rush, the pat on the back
Hе made it to the bathroom with no help from no one
Amazing in itself, the state he was in
He made it to the iron gates in a wheelchair
Tried his luck at gambling on the way, to no avail
Why resurrect something so blessed for me
You thought I wasn't easy to please
I tried to equate it in my drunken head
I tried to equate it in my drunken head
I tried to anesthetize my wound, my bullet in my leg
She made it to Macy's just in time for last call
Grabbed a bottle of beer on the way home
Call it a nation, call it pure luck
Good for her, good for her
Try to speak the truth to your cemetery
Get ready for the big bomb fuzz box
Get ready for the new machine
Ours is fading like black and white in the sixties
No doubt to grasp
The green blue grass will cover you over
Some asshole at your wake will be telling jokes, really bad ones
Stumbled down to the corner store
Make you feel redeemed
Baggage unfurled
A priest confided in me that he was aroused by something he saw in a "Mechanics Illustrated"
I thought it of interest, thought it pure, that a man of the cloth polished furniture
Expect nothing from no one, and then you won't be let down
Expect nothing from no one, then you won't be let down