THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
BUT THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

KNOCK-KNOCK WHO’S THERE?

ARROGANCE SURROUNDS
AND MY AFFLUENCE ABOUNDS

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHING ON ME
BUT…THEY’RE KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHING ON
BUT…THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MORE
THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

SOME OF EM DON’T KNOW THE SCORE
SOME OF EM WILL PUSH FOR MORE
NOTHING WORSE THAN BUREAUCRATS
AND PILLARS OF THE LAW
WITH
WELL OILED FINGERS ON THE TAKE
AND BURIED IN THE PIE

SLIPPIN’ SKINS WHILE SLIPPIN’ SKIN
I’VE GIVEN TILL IT HURTS
FOR MOOLA MAKES A SWEETER DEAL
AND STOPS THE MEN IN MONKEY SUITS
FROM DISHING OUT THE DIRT

I’M THE UNTOUCHABLE GUY
ON A UNNATURAL HIGH
I MASTER THE SEA
AND I MASTER THE SKY

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHIN’
THEY’VE GOT…THEY’VE GOT…THEY’VE GOT…THEY’VE GOT NOTHIN’

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHIN’

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME

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Flying High On You

On My Way To You

She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths, she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of her soul, close the eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin.

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Erotic Blues - PACIFIC SOUND

Mysteries

Bronze

BESSIE AND YOU
OUT OF THE BLUE
IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS

YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THROUGH
AND LOVE WAS TOO
THEN YOU KISSED HER

AND IT SUDDENLY FELT
LIKE NOTHING YOU FELT
BEFORE YOU HELD HER TIGHT
AND IF LIFE IS A FEAST
YOU SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST 
BUT SURE NOT FOR LEAST
ALRIGHT

A WALK IN THE PARK
AN OVERLOOK IN THE DARK
TO WATCH YOUR LITTLE BABY SLEEPING

SOMETIMES A SPAT
A TINY TIT FOR TAT
AND BACK ON THE OLD TRACK OF LOVIN

SHE’S NOT GRETA BARDOT
OR EVEN BRIGITTE GARBO
BUT MAN I KNOW YOU LOVE HER SO
AND IF HEAVEN EXISTS
I SURE WISH YOU THE BEST
AN EVERLASTING NEST
UP THERE

AND IF HEAVEN EXISTS
WHO’S THE BEAUTY WHO’S THE BEAST
WHERE’S THE EAST WHERE IS THE WEST
BESSIE
YES IF HEAVEN EXISTS
I SURE WISH YOU THE BEST
AN EVERLASTING FEAST
SOMEWHERE

BESSIE AND YOU OUT OF THE BLUE
BESSIE AND YOU OUT OF THE BLUE
BESSIE AND YOU OUT OF THE BLUE

On My Way To You

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