The Dead Milkmen - Sri Lanka Sex Hotel Lyrics

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Sri Lanka Sex Hotel

Sri Lanka Sex Hotel Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sri Lanka Sex Hotel By The Dead Milkmen?
Let's have sex with strangers in the men's room
We could do it and not get caught Burn down the house where the metal kids live All the Hendrix posters going up in flames Let's have sex without birth control Sell our offspring to some dirty old men Let's play Big Black at 3 AM And tell the neighbors they can all get fucked Commin' over the first hill I felt my body jerk The attendant did not strap me in I'm sure that I am gonna die This is my last roller coaster ride This is my last roller coaster ride This is my last ride Down the street there's an accident I hear that the bodies can still be seen Let's call the sheriff a cock-sucker See if he's read "The Killer Inside Me" Let's have sex with pit bulls Maybe pollute their blood line Little Timmy's in the sandbox At the daycare center run by ex-cons Commin' over the first hill I felt my body jerk The attendant did not strap me in I see the loop is up ahead This is my last roller coaster ride This is my last roller coaster ride This is my last ride Let's burn it down and knock it over Let's have sex with it or leave it alone 3-D Jesus by my bedside Talks to me when it's late at night I thought I left you in Sri Lanka Working the desk at the Sex Hotel For Christ's sake why isn't Bob Hope dead yet? Commin' over the first hill I felt my body jerk The attendant did not strap me in I feel the track below my feet This is my last roller coaster ride This is my last roller coaster ride This is my last ride |
Who Wrote Sri Lanka Sex Hotel By The Dead Milkmen?
Genaro, Linderman, Sabatino, Schulthise
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