Lou Reed - Search and Destroy [Live] Lyrics
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Search and Destroy [Live]
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What Are The Lyrics For Search and Destroy [Live] By Lou Reed?
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb I am a world?s forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey, gotta help me please Somebody gotta save my soul Baby, detonate for me Look out honey 'cause I'm using technology Ain't got time to make no apology Soul radiation in the dead of night Love in the middle of a firefight Honey, gotta strike me blind Somebody gotta save my soul Baby, penetrate my mind And I'm the world?s forgotten boy The one who's searchin?, searchin? to destroy And honey, I'm the world?s forgotten boy The one who's searchin?, only to destroy Look out honey 'cause I'm using technology Ain't got time to make no apology Soul radiation in the dead of night Love in the middle of a firefight Honey, gotta strike me blind Somebody gotta save my soul Baby, penetrate my mind And I'm the world?s forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy And honey, I'm the world?s forgotten boy The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy Forgotten boy, forgotten boy Forgotten boy, said hey forgotten boy ? |
Who Wrote Search and Destroy [Live] By Lou Reed?
James Osterberg, James Williamson
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What's The Duration Of The Search and Destroy [Live] By Lou Reed?The duration of Search and Destroy [Live] is 3:36 minutes and seconds. |
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