Lyrics:
cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
Six by six from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor, damp in your bed
They're trying to drive you crazy get
You
her with a stamp
Catch a nigga slippin'
Light him like a lamp
War ready, leave a nigga real damp
Speakin' of demons, I roll with a couple
Got five
hell around us all
It's dark and damp and cold
Please take me from this
Take me from this feeling
I'm getting up this wasn't part of the plan
I'm here
You ain't pleased to damp me,
I guess
What am I supposed to do?
All I can do is stare
at beer cans
I've gatta drink them up and off
Been yearning
Flame on!
Hail my incubatic incubator.
Now pay witness to Sonny's burning
Warming the damp and rotten seed
Warming the damp and rotten seed
That
Of corrugated steel
I may be sleeping there tonight
And depending how I feel
Damp and dirty place
Printing sorrow on my face
With nothing but the mist
cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
Flame on!
Hail my incubatic incubator.
Now pay witness to Sonny's burning
Warming the damp and rotten seed
Warming the damp and rotten seed
That
or three
Damp down the kitchen fire
Damp down the kitchen fire
Let out the cat, and up the lane
Go paddling through the gentle rain
Of misty Oxfordshire
crazy I know
But under your cold
Is a heart beating just like mine
And God only knows
I've felt that cold
I've felt that damp risin' up inside
I
I know
But under your cold
There's a heart beating just like mine
And God only knows
I've felt that cold
I've felt that damp risin' up inside
a mistake (whew)
I'm smilin' in pink, slime in the mink
It's dryin' by the sink, still damp, I gotta wait (ski, ski)
My nigga wanna damp out chest and next
ideals
Anything, make it real
Take a swim in the damp sky
Anything, make it real
Make things happen, you and I
You and I, oh
Maybe I
Might
the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh
Wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, it's oke
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's
damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Cause your heart has a lack of color and we
broke, it's old
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp)
Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is
the pain of skin wound
Its the mentalness that lingers
And your hair was wet, torrential tears
I always hear you crying
And I smelled you head, damp like
his dearest sweetest dreams
And hold you in your arms
Until the morning comes.
Night Light
Dark the night, not a sound
Damp and cold, frosty ground
The bodies on the naked on the low damp ground
In the violet hour to the violent sound
And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine
dreams
And hold you in your arms
Until the morning comes.
Night Light
Dark the night, not a sound
Damp and cold, frosty ground
Above your
where you comin' from
Down there, out back always on the run
Cool, cool, deep blues
You're the shine on my shoes
Is it in the damp heat inside of me
So, take me down
To the infirmary
Lay me down
On cotton sheets
Put a damp cloth
On my forehead
Lay me down
And let me sleep
I know
the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dew
Danger is double, pleasures are few
Where the rain never
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