Set Me Straight

  • NIGHT GOAT:
    She was my way da bed and i could run my teeth.
    It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
    You could make my underworld. Its a big dark world now, its a big dark hell.
    Los sicka whacth out for your tails. lika purse told de a male. likea hog dance likea pig tail .
    My world dance shattor waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

    Well baybe I'm uter foll and i fell to grow She measured hole de foll now and she cleaned my nose.
    I looked so peaseful and i looked so underworld. well he anit got no mind all i anit got no tail.
    You look like such a worthy man likea a sailer does on the water.
    Likea hole damn like phish down likea willow man-o waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
    all da signs si call down what you way like aso terro tin in.
    lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!

    Submitted by Zodiac

    NIGHT GOAT:
    She wants my way to feel
    And I cut my teeth
    It's more nine hundred miles
    Oh, I got no more me
    Well you can make my teeth grind
    You can make my underworld
    IT's a bit done well now
    It's a big dark hell
    You sit and watch out for your tails
    Like a poison sold on demand
    Like a hard chance
    Like a pig tail
    I walked my self away
    Well, baby I'm talked about
    And I felt it grow
    She makes you undefiled now
    And she'll clean my nose
    I looked so Peaceul
    I looked so underworld
    I ain't got no mind, but
    I ain't got no tail
    You looked like such a worthy man
    Like a sinner tossed on the wind
    Like a hard sell
    Like I've passed on
    Like a willow thrown away!
    On signs I'll walk down for the way
    Like a poison sold on demand
    Like a Hard sell
    Like I'm set down
    Like the well on goes away!!!!!!

    The band now sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene

    LIZZY:
    I'm sin
    Done in water
    You might be over him
    He's somebody's daughter
    As far as is well known

    Send me a black one
    Muzzled in a big fat one
    Open with a castrate
    Mystery man

    He sits here with father
    We seem so in love too

    Open up a cat skin
    White with a pretty hand
    Wish the little beast gone
    Half-made man

    Elvis has honor
    Not half-boned siksura

    Heavy Betty big bone
    Little Kitty big bone
    I'm not sweetly
    Give me one

    Eat more with your collar
    Calling me a man

    Time is a big one
    Lonely and a bit of fun
    Mystery and hopeless
    Happens with the palm trees
    And she makes me want to see
    Bring the kid and carry me
    Rig it with the closeness
    Hang my bones.

    Submitted by Rene

    GOING BLIND:
    And I know how it's to be
    There is nothing more for you and I
    Some are young and some are free
    But I think I'm going blind
    Cause, I think I'm going blind
    And I know how it's to be
    Little lady can't you see?
    You're so young and different than I
    I'm ninety three, you're sixteen
    Can't you see I'm going blind?
    Cause, I think I'm going blind
    And I know how it should be

    Cause, I think I'm going blind
    And I know how it should be
    You're much younger can't you see?
    There is nothing more for you and I
    I'm ninety three, you're sixteen
    And I think I'm going blind
    Yes I think I'm going blind
    And I know how it should be

    SUBMITTED BY: Angel Dust

    HONEY BUCKET:
    In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
    I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.
    Tri-jacking blackened for moi, handcuffs and special keys.
    Triple lies and neckties divide. This will be his size.
    Throw my case of plasterscene down. Maybe after you won't let it.
    Ain't about to pick my rounds. This is in my way.
    Plop is fast as my hole's down. Green glass and most of all.
    Been around the somber town, maybe in the wall.

    Submitted by Egulphy

    HONEY BUCKET:
    Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi
    Like cobalt cast and clean
    I got a mojo felt the wheel
    Real fashion feel
    Tri-Jack it, black it for more
    Handcuffs with special keys
    Triple locked and been down defiled
    It's a V. S. I.

    Throw a case of plasticine down
    Baby I can immolate
    And it's rotten in my rounds
    Sister's in my way
    I'm as fast as my home town
    Green glass it most of all
    Been around this foreign cage
    Villiage in the wall.

    Submitted by Rene

    HAG ME:
    I cut my ceilin', motor and pale.
    I only know the ceilin' mouth.
    I make myself, yellow the sound.
    That am a leg sprung under.
    Give me a gravity, your right left leg.
    Holdin' my hate against me you.
    Can't say you'll never keep my breath.
    It's wise to think you'll try.

    I grow the piston, I see the right to only.....
    They see the right to, she knows the bit around me.

    Reachin' and growin', all things in file.
    Give me air to break my.......
    to hopeful par, antenna.
    Tea take the sender.
    I slow your gravity, I damn your house.
    Don't hang me with your force grief.

    I grow the piston, I see the right to only.....
    They see the right to, she knows the bit around me.

    Lace it and only, like a barb, baby freight baby, Dean,
    I'm in a line, mida make a move, cross a state rollin', to whine.
    Hey, hey, hey, hey

    Submitted by Nathan Speer

    HAG ME:
    I caught my ceiling
    Motor revving
    I only know the ceiling's down.

    I make my soul
    Yellow the sound
    I have the lace from under. . .

    Give me your property
    Your rightless left
    Holding my haze against me, You. . .
    . . .can't say you'll never keep my breath
    It's wise to think you'll try.

    I chrome the piston
    I steal the rattle only (REFRAIN)
    Make see the rattle
    She knows the bits around me.

    Reaching and growing
    All things evolve. . .
    Give me the air to breathe my. . .
    To hope for crossed
    Antenna
    She take the center
    I stole your property
    I damn your house
    Don't hag me with your forced scream.

    REFRAIN

    Lacy and lonely
    Like a bug
    Baby fate a baby tee
    I'm in a line
    Gonna make a move
    Cross the State
    Rolling it wide
    Hey!

    Submitted by Rene

    SET ME STRAIGHT:
    I know something that you would never believe
    I wish I was able to finally make you a queen.

    Now, you set me straight
    You told me things
    That heroes must make
    I'll do what you say
    As long as you feel
    And I can be had
    Without sex appeal

    I know something that you would never believe
    I wish I was able to finally make you a queen.
    It's times like this, Baby that makes it all seem worthwhile.
    I'm lookin' for something that I can find in a smile

    Now, you set me straight
    You told me things
    That heroes must make
    I'll do what you say
    As long as you kneel
    And I can be had
    Without sex appeal. Writer/s: ROGER OSBOURNE
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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