Birthday Party - 6 Gold Blade Lyrics
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girlShe: lying through her teeth, him: on his backHands off this one, hands off! she criedGrinning at me from hip to hipHands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slipOooh yeahI stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girlSharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-headI love you! now me! I love you!Laughter, laughterOh baby, those skinny girls, theyre so quick to murderOooh yeahShake it baby, cmon, shake, shake it baby[ad infinitum]