| Gruesome, get cute and it’s gone |
| Sad suckers with sacks of Szechuan |
| I could use a desperate man |
| Why you cut loose with Rae Dawn Chong |
| Open the blinds, but the light it don’t exit, no |
| Risk the kiss as you lasso your senses down |
| Lips so wistful, burn white from relapsing and |
| Busting dishes, you’re raging, raging on |
| Raging on |
| And you’re raging on |
| You wild and wiry one |
| Rough kicks spill the cheap rum |
| All in sundries spot the long con |
| I know that guy from someplace |
| Dance like Ducky at the prom |
| Shapely plates that you spit your exicer in |
| Bridges listing, no lights and no trucks on them |
| Flipping switches, your wrists don’t do it too long |
| Crystal smashing, you’re raging, raging on |
| And you’re raging on |
| And you’re raging on, raging on |
| And you’re raging on |
| Sublime, emblazoned one |
| And you’re raging on, raging on |
| And you’re raging on |
| And you’re raging on, raging on |
| And you’re raging on |
| You fine, curvaceous one |