The Lords Of The New Church - Eat Your Heart Out lyrics

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The Lords Of The New Church - Eat Your Heart Out lyrics

Listen! A black ride on rodeo drive in your Fiorucci jeans You know it's nice when it's just like ice When it's s**ed so dry Chelsea girl in romantic frills Make sure that you're seen Freudian slips on suburban hips I'm gonna make you cry Shut up and sit down Rich b**h - eat your heart out Your T.V. set just fades away 'cause some kinda static like me Your daddy ain't nowhere around He ain't paying your bills Skeletons are coming all down from the attic for tea Your doctor ain't nowhere around He ain't curing your ills Shut up and sit down Rich b**h - eat your heart out Get your girlfriend to make it three We gotta keep it clean Play it safe in your private room Outta magazines You think you put the X in s** Ah honey you're so mean You think you're slick You know you're so slick You don't need Vaseline Shut up and sit down Rich b**h - eat your heart out