Streetlights flicker on, as they take on the sun Like counterfeit stars Watch them come Watch them come The pacified hate's full-speed away A company in the arms of a decorative grave No tears, no fears - you'll always remain here The power out there seems to keep you in Lost your blood to adrenaline The flesh is weak and the dream is within
And in the plastic room Seven little honey girls sitting in a row Pratise for the imperial pillow Like sweet little strawberries eaten from a bowl Bite, lipstick red In a candy store sold And in the bed I stared - do you hear destiny? Girl, animal scream
Nightmarey shade, strawberry tile Drinking for hours alone Kill memory, watch it die Pornographic, dead, fucking ripped and bloody Shredded steaming mess Kill the memories, watch them die Lullaby, your mother's once son Yours is the kind 's born to die young
And on the boulevard, seven little honey girls Sitting in a row Manicled to the imperial pillow And if I came up there to Strawberry Street It said that I held the key Would you do as I told you? Would you give it up to me, automatically?
Strawberry, strawberry....what you gonna do for me?
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And in the plastic room Seven little honey girls sitting in a row Pratise for the imperial pillow Like sweet little strawberries eaten from a bowl Bite, lipstick red In a candy store sold And in the bed I stared - do you hear destiny? Girl, animal scream
Nightmarey shade, strawberry tile Drinking for hours alone Kill memory, watch it die Pornographic, dead, fucking ripped and bloody Shredded steaming mess Kill the memories, watch them die Lullaby, your mother's once son Yours is the kind 's born to die young
And on the boulevard, seven little honey girls Sitting in a row Manicled to the imperial pillow And if I came up there to Strawberry Street It said that I held the key Would you do as I told you? Would you give it up to me, automatically?
Strawberry, strawberry....what you gonna do for me?
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