Wylde Bitch

Outside of finley By thirty-five clicks There's a scream on the stereo My head's filled with picks I've got seventy pills For seventeen hours And I'm shaking like an imbiciele Succumbed to your powers I said, wild bitch You make my heart itch You make everything possible You fill me with holes Them holes they need filling Some blood, it needs spilling You're one bad samaratine You're wild to the bone She'll have your eye out She'll spit in your face She'll howl in the darkness, Your art she'll deface She'll crawl 'round the living room She'll smash your perfume She'll break all the nice things your body exumed I said, wild bitch, you make my heart itch You make everything possible, You fill me with holes, Them holes, they need filling You're one bad samaritine You're wild to the bone She had away with me Then sent me on my way And I left quite happily Bleeding and raw Went down to the local And sat drinking voka Staring down at my reflection, and the sh** on the wall And I felt quite contented, and all I lamented Was that I lack the dicipline not to ask for more I said, Wild bitch, you make my heart itch You make my heart itch You make everything possible You fill me with holes Them holes they need filling, Some blood it needs spilling You're one bad samaratine You're wild to the bone X2