Spoonman (Remastered)

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Tuesday Tuesday

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Tuesday Tuesday

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Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

I'm the spoonman, talks to God

Transfusion, penetration

I'm the spoonman, talks to God

Transfusion, penetration

I'm the spoonman, talks to God

Transfusion, penetration

I'm the spoonman, talks to God

Transfusion, penetration

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

I'm the spoonman, she's a wound

Nice bikini, steppin' razor

I'm the spoonman, she's a wound

Nice bikini, steppin' razor

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Talks to God

Don't put your hand where you wouldn't put your face

She said a dollar rubber rat Utah plates

Brilliant green substance unknown

With a face like a peeled onion

Sheep in drag horseback automatic

To make your home clean make it sani-flush

She said now I'm a new skin-free

Crispy with this urge to phone

Into the no-smoking zone of stainless steel Tokyo

Me and big white dog got to hijack pecan tarts for Babylon Bambi

Out of mercer street where the crack heads catwalk charity

Where teenage sex rides a stoned

Rhythm trading its chili skins to the screamers come

To hunt their meat to the gold diggers in kiss boots

And the recycled blondes in their

Stack heeled snatches the monster trucks the rolling rocks

The poodle boys with their little bone daggers

And dark stuff comes

Oozing out the apple core tonight like

A beggars dog tasting the wind (change)

Into the blood

Into the blood

Into the blood