sweet head

• ahan da sozleri:
  
  tried to break away from you
  from the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
  where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
  by the faggy parks and the burnt out vans
  i've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark and i'm far too young to lie
  i've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar it's going to pay me before i die
  
  so bob your sweet head
  brother ziggy going to play
  i'm just about the best you can hear
  gonna rock it in your head
  shazam! and come ball
  with my guitar and me soprano
  we can give you sweet head
  
  i'm tough as glass and clean as night
  well if looks can love we can love all right
  i'm your rubber peacock angelic whore
  i'm a wrought iron face upon the wall
  i had ninety-nine years of murder called life and i'm running away from it all
  i got a bedroom, every mirror in town they're going to claim me if i fall
  
  sweet head, give you sweet head
  while ya down there
  
  see my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fall
  traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last
  besides i'm known to lay you, one and all
  
  look south the way your mother dwells
  if she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell
  i'm the kind of man she warned me of
  till there was rock, you only had god
  
  you and i have a mutual vow
  we both like young, and we both like loud
  i got pretty shoes, and i'm kid and proud
  i'm street side out with my ear to the crowd