The Dickbrains Lyrics

I don't presume to publish--much less decipher--anyone else's words, especially punk lyrics dating back 25 years, so I'll cringe alone on this page.

Practiced style, exotic scents

Blue shade eyes, beaten cheeks

Tight cut jeans, & my knees get week

All I want is a made-up cover girl

Want a made-up cover girl

Rouged cheeks, well-lined eyes

Glossy red lips, of desire

A made-up girl sets my heart on fire [x4]

The way you move, the way you flirt

The way you look, in your bouncy shirt

Comely moves, flippant air

Mannered walk, I just stare

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Swaying hips, seductive voice

Phony face, lips so moist

Tumbled hair, tan legs don't stop

Day-glo nails, and I just drop

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So you say, no one's ever gonna get to you

If you are, absolutely sure this is true

Then you better walk away, talk about it [x3]

Well okay, so I love you, that's for real

But you say, that that just isn't how you feel

So I guess you better walk away, talk about it …

Now you say, love is phony, you're a rock

But one day, you'll be lonely, oh what a shock

Then you better walk away, talk about it…

Walk walk, talk talk

Walk walk walk, talk talk talk

Walkwalkwalkwalk, talktalktalktalk, yea yea, ohh yea

I'm smart, can't cope with what you're doing

You don't need what you want

You won't get what you want

I'm here to corrupt

I'm here to disgust

I'm here to disrupt

I'm you and ugly

And I'm mad

What you believe in will not last

The dead decompose, they don't last

You are boring with all you do

And you don't know why you do it

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And it's too bad

You've gotten it all from your dad

But I won't let you be my dead

You're so stagnant you never move

And I'll trample you if you don't move

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And I'm glad, so glad

That I'm young and ugly