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Diamond Dogs May '74 (1)

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Diamond Dogs

on February 07, 2013
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This ain't rock 'n roll - This is genocide!

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten-inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Browning's freak you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I’m sure you’re not protected for it’s plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will
Mannequins with kill appeal

Will they come - I’ll keep a friend serene
Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
Will they come - Well, she’s come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby
You’ll catch your death in the fog
Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs

Now Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
and he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below
Oh Tarzie go man go

Meets his little hussy with his ghost-town approach
Her face is sans feature but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed
Diamond Dogs are sable-ized

Will they come - I’ll keep a friend serene
Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
Will they come - Well, she’s come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby
You’ll catch your death in the fog
Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs

In the year of the scavenger the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
There’s gonna be sorrow
Try and wake up tomorrow

Will they come - I’ll keep a friend serene
Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
Will they come - Well, she’s come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby, etc., etc.

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Future Legend

on February 07, 2013
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And ... in the death - as the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare - the shutters lifted in
inches in Temperance Building - high on Poachers Hill and red mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City -
no more big wheels - fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats and ten thousand peoploids split
into small tribes coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers - like packs of dogs assaulting the glass
fronts of Love Me Avenue - ripping and re-wrapping mink and shiny silver fox - now leg warmers - family
badge of sapphire and cracked emeralds - any day now - the year of the Diamond Dogs

"This ain’t Rock ‘n Roll -
this is Genocide".

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