Spoonman
Spoonman* - 7:42 - Album Version
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Lyrics
World, tuesday, tuesday.
World, tuesday, tuesday.
World.(Train)
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(Train)(Talks to God,
talks to God,
talks to God,
talks to God,
talks to God,
talks to God.)I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.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.I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.I'm the spoonman,
she's a wound,
nice bikini,
steppin' razor.I'm the spoonman,
she's a wound,
nice bikini,
steppin' razor.I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.
I'm the spoonman.Don't put your hand where you wouldn't put your face
she said 8 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
a 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 crackheads catwalk for charity
where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm
trading it's chilliskins to the
screamers come to hunt their meat for the snakedogs and
recycled blonds to
the gold diggers in kissboots
to the stacked heel snatches
the monster trucks
the rolling rocks
the poodle boys
with their little bone daggers and dark stuff comes oozing out the applecore
tonight like a
beggars dog tasting the wind.(Into the blood,
into the blood,
into the blood,
into the blood,)