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(Here they come)
I'll keep our friend serene
(Here they come)
Oh baby, come home to me
(Here they come)
Well, she's comfy and gone
(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone
As they pulled you out of a Yorkshire gent-town
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your tending stump
Dressed like a free ski hose
Top grind in squeaky walls
When they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was,
Tod Browning's freak you was.
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tank
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
As they pulled you out of the oxygen, Dave
You asked for a lady's body
With your silicone hung and your tennis stung
Dressed like a preisty wall
Talk down and speaky wall
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not a tech ted boy, plain to see
The diamond dogs are vultures and they hide behind trees
Hung and to the ground
They were mad again with killer peal
I'll keep a frenzerene
Oh baby, come unto me
Well she's comfy and God.
Come out of the dark end baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
That Halloween jag is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, go Tarzan, go man go
Needs his little horsey with his ghost town approach
Her face is science fiction but she wears a dying brooch
Strictly reminiscing something mother used to make
Racked up in paradise, Diamond Dogs are civilized
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the motor pole, say sorry to the ditch
Just another future's all, lovely little kids
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten-inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will
Mannequins with kill appeal
I'll keep a friend serene
Oh baby, come unto me
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Meets his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I'm sure not projected for this fantasy
The Diamond Dogs approaches and they hide behind trees
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Dressed like a freak you was, Bob Browning's streaky walls
Dressed like a priest you was, Todd Browning's freak you was
I'm sure you're not protected from his fantasy
The diamond dogs approaches in the highly hide trees
Hunted the crown, they will, mannequins with kill bill
I'm sure you're not protected for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal
Just like a priest, he was
Talking about them stinky wars
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Brownings freak you was
Neatest little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to be
Bricked up in paradise, Diamond Dogs with sable eyes
Meets his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized
Need his little horsey, well his girls now approach
The face is such a feature and she wears a diet brooch
Sweeping round the missy, something mother yesterday
Wrecked up in paradise, diamond dogs are stablised
Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralysed, diamond dogs are sableised
Onto the street, they will, oh Tarzan, go man go
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Sachet on the broad hope, story to the ditch
Sashay on the broad walk, scurry to the ditch
Sassy on the bro hope, starry to the ditch
Sashay on the broad walk, scurry to the ditch
She's gonna be sorry
There's gonna be sorrow
The Halloween drive is a real cold cat
The Halloween jack is a real cool cat
They're all on the diamond dole.
They call them the diamond dogs.
This aint rock 'n roll, this is germicide.
This aint rock 'n roll, this is genocide.
When they pushed you out of the oxygen tent
You heard Fred's butt had started
Then the silly gone plump when ten inch of sumpin'
Dressed as a shiek he was, gosh darned tweaked he was.
When they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was, Tod Browning's freak you was.
Will they come, I keep a friend serene
Will they come, oh baby come on to me,
Well she's coming and gone
Come out of the dark end baby,
You'll catch your death in the fog,
Young girl they call them the Diamond Dogs
(Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?) Oh baby, come on to me
(Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
With your silicon hump and your tennis stump
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
You'll catch your death in the phone.
You'll catch your death in the fog.