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 girls, 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 for tomorrow 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 ( 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 girls, call them the Diamond Dogs Young girls, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs
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