Music
Mm
La la, with your pants on fire
White spades hanging on
the telephone wire
Gamblers reevaluate along
the dotted line
You'll never recog nize your
self on heart attack and vine
Doctor, lawyer, beggar, man, thief
Village of remarkable
looks on and disbelief
If you want a taste of madness,
you'll have to wait in line
Probably see someone, you know,
on heart attack at mine
Phone is high, on
China
White, and shorty found a palm
Don't you know, there ain't no devil,
there's just
God when he's drunk
This stuff, it'll probably kill you,
let's do another line
Now I'm on heart attack and violence
See that little
Jersey girl in the see -through top
Wearin' pedal pushers,
suckin' on a soda pop
Well, I bet she's still a virgin,
but it's only twenty -five till nine
You can see a mil lion of them
on heart attack and five
Better off in
Iowa against your scrambled eggs
Than crawling down
Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful
every goddamn time
You're waiting for the
RTD on heart attack and vinyl
Now, bone is high on
China white
Shorty found a pup -pup -pump
Don't you know there
ain't no devil
There's just
God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff will probably kill you
Let's do another line
I just said you'd meet me down on
Heart
Attack
Nice!
Awesome!
Oh my god!
With your pants on fire
White space
Hangin' on the telephone wire
Gamblers re -evaluate
Along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself
On hard attack
Fine
Doctor, lawyer, you
Motherfuckin' thief
Philly
Joe, remarkable,
it looks odd in disbelief
Well, if you wanna taste the madness,
you'll have to wait in line
Yeah, ha, ha
Bong is high on
China
White, shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil,
there's just
God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff will probably kill you
Let's do another line
I thought you said you'd
meet me down on
Heart
Attack and
Vine