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RED BALLOON
makers of Pop® - The needle in your eye, the oil on your sea™
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RED BALLOON
makers of Final Exit®
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the angel going down.
You’re the cover of a magazine.
Beautiful, beautiful. You will make a kill with this.
Spit me out, spit me out – poison!
There’s the dead one crying out.
There’s the killer made into a star.
Burnin’ up, turnin’ on. We will get a thrill with this poison.
Suck me in, spit me out…
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
We’re the billions making waves…
We’re the blood stains on your bottom line…
Pull me in, turn me on. Is there any truth in this?
Burn me up, turn me on…
Spit me out, spit me out…
We will get a thrill from this poison. Poison!
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the taster’s choice, yeah!
You know the message but you can’t complain
Your heart was open when he made his claim
You can be mad now
You know you hate him but you’ll change your mind
These habits are hard to break
Now you rise up, now you go down on your knees
Ah, but you can be mad now.
Yeah, well you can be mad now.
There’s something oozing from the TV set
You can be mad now
It may be over but it ain’t done yet
You can be mad now
He’s gonna teach us how to be good pets
He so loves his animals locked in a cage chained to a trough all day
Be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad now!
I can, i can, i can, i can be mad now!
He knows we’ll listen ’cause we’ve heard too much
He knows we’ll fuck it ’cause it smells like love
You say you like the way he fills you up
But you know he’s a jealous god
Now you rise up, now you go down on your knees
Yeah, well you can be mad now.
Uh huh, when he knocks me down
I like to watch it ’cause i have no pride
I learn my lesson but i soon forget
I open up and let him deep inside
I really love it when he whips my flesh
These habits are hard to break
Now I rise up, now I go down on my knees
Be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad now!
I can, i can, i can, i can be mad now!
Can be mad
Can be mad
Can be mad
Candy man
Can be mad
Can be mad
Candy man
Candy man
Candy man
Candy man
Can be mad
Candy man
