PIGGY BANK

HOPELESSLY RETARDED
SPLUTTERING DECAY
CRYING OUT THE LAMENT
EVERYNIGHT AND EVERYDAY

HIDING IN THE TWILIGHT
X-RAY SHADES
SUFFERING FROM CONSTIPATION
TRIPPING OUT OF SPACE

I'VE BEEN RECOILED INTO STONEAGE
COVETOUS A DREAM
OBNOXIOUS AND DEPRAVED
WAKING UP IN A SCREAM

SLEEPING IN THE MORGUE
A WEIRD EFFECT ON ME
THINK I LOST MY CONSCIOUSNESS
LEFT REALITY

MY INNERS CIRCLE'S
HELTER SKELTER
ECHOES LOVIN' ECSTASY
I KNOW I'LL FIND
A WAY TO LIVE
A WAY FOR YOU AND ME

LET ME BE YOUR PIGGYBANK

TOTALLY ADDICTED
UNDER DETRIMENTAL SPELL
AND IF I HAD A SHOTGUN
I'D BLOW MYSELF TO HELL

LET ME BE YOUR PIGGYBANK
FOR NOTHING BUT YOU SMELL
AND IF I HAD A SHOTGUN
I'D BLOW MYSELF TO HELL

SQUALID AND DERANGED
I'M THE OUTLAW OF THE KIN
WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN
STUCK IN DEADLY SIN

I SLOUCH ALONG THE STREET
INSTEAD OF STRUTTING DOWN THE BLOCK
I STILL DID NOT RECOVER
FROM THE STUNNING COLD SHOCK

AWAY FROM THE PHONY PEOPLE
BESIDES THE WAY OF LIFE I WON'T BE BLAMED FOR LOVIN' YOU
I'LL TAKE YOU BE MY WIFE

LET ME BE YOUR PIGGYBANK