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Strike Blind!
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Strike Blind! was released on July 1, 1985 by Cleopatra Records as a part of the album Blind!
AlbumBlind!
ReleasedJuly 1, 1985
LabelCleopatra Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM173
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Jews for Jesus, for God's sake
I'll be damned, I'll strike blind
I'm rated as a dog
That's a poor choice
But I'll take it, I'll scrape it
And I'll fake it
Holding your tongues for the rest of the world
Get up on the table, give up your ass
This is how I like you, strike blind
Shake in bed, rage in bed
Cage or else, I'll strike blind
(Shake or I'll strike blind.)
Sweet tongue in roses and tungsten steel poses
All in a working man's day
I remember those days in September
And the bogeys cried chaos
If you swing by the string
And they know where you've been
Don't forget to tell them you saw me
No don't stare at the men
Who drink to the men
The men with the guns in the bellies
And you scorn at the girls
With their breasts pressed hard
Pressed hard up against the window
And I'll kiss you goodbye
With a tear in your clothes
And the memory of killing so many
Young and lusty and jumping jack
Move without pain, but only at your bidding
So get off, you horse, when you feel the earth quake!
Sweet tongue in roses and tungsten steel poses
All in a working man's day
I remember those days in September
And the bogeys cried chaos
If you swing by the string
And they know where you've been
Don't forget to tell them you saw me
Yes, it's doctors who die of brain tumors
And you have the teeth of a carnival promoter
And I'll kiss you goodbye
With a tear in your clothes
And the memory of killing so many
How is my chou-chou, oh where are you now?
Yes, I'm sometimes a Jew
But always a ****
In innocence and guilt
I'll strike blind
(He'll strike blind.)
The bitch that bore you is on heat again
She is the kind that wins
When the terrible price is paid
Honey-bane, all over again
Throw your money on the floor
Throw back your head, and strike blind!
I'll kick them and tear them, I will never spare them
Is love like a killer's den?
If you swing by the string
Shout and tell them you saw me
And my mother's a target
If they pay me enough
And my conscious died with my father
Yes, it's doctors who die of brain tumors
And you have the teeth of a carnival promoter
When I kiss you good-bye, if they pay me enough
If they pay me enough I'll strike blind!
And you scorn at the girls
With their breasts pressed hard
Pressed hard up against the window
No don't stare at the men
Who drink to the men
The men with the guns in the bellies
Yes, it's doctors who die of brain tumors
And you have the teeth of a carnival promoter
And I'll kiss you goodbye
With a tear in your clothes
And the memory of killing so many.\
Written by: McElligott

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