Richard Hell & the Voidoids - The Kid With the Replaceable Head Lyrics
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The Kid With the Replaceable Head
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What Are The Lyrics For The Kid With the Replaceable Head By Richard Hell & the Voidoids?
Too young to drink and too smart to think
Attaches on his head with the missing link He's skinny as a snake and fast as a mink But he ain't for sale unless you add the kitchen sink Look out, here he comes again They say he's dead, he's my three best friends He's so honest that the dishonest dread Meeting the kid with the replaceable head When you live on a planet the size of a town You can't get your kicks by getting around Fun's hard to find on such familiar ground So you invent it: the mental it's better than found Look out, here he comes again They say he's dead, he's my three best friends He's so honest that the dishonest dread Meeting the kid with the replaceable head He used to beat himself up till he was sick and confused Dead tired and throbbing, half crazy and bruised Till he'd be too worn out to keep being himself Now he can pick them at will from the heads on his shelf Look out, here he comes again They say he's dead, he's my three best friends He's so honest that the dishonest dread Meeting the kid with the replaceable head |
Who Wrote The Kid With the Replaceable Head By Richard Hell & the Voidoids?
Richard Hell
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What's The Duration Of The The Kid With the Replaceable Head By Richard Hell & the Voidoids?The duration of The Kid With the Replaceable Head is 2:24 minutes and seconds. |
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