Polkadot Cadaver

Polkadot Cadaver - A Long Strange Trip To Paradise lyrics

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Born in a coffin with lipstick on your cheek
I can't look away, I can't look away
Where have you been all night
Your eyes are swollen shut
You can't see a thing now, can you?

Valley girls in love with the decadence
Blindfolded, purging up the vanity
A kiss like a near death experience
Sitting in the backseat of a daddy's car
Oh, yeah.

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
Take the ride
On the long strange trip to paradise
Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
Take a ride
The pleasure's yours and the pain's all mine

Rosemary's baby's rockin' in the cradle
Eyes wide and staring like she's hypnotized
Jacob's ladder is leaning up against the wall
Every time I try to climb it, I fall

Valley girls in love with the decadence
Blindfolded, purging up the vanity
A kiss like a near death experience
Sitting in the backseat of daddy's car
Oh, yeah

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
Take the ride
On the long strange trip to paradise
Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
Take the ride
The pleasure's yours and the pain's all mine

Looking at you now, I see you
You're barely breathing
Yeah, you're barely breathing now
You're barely breathing
Yeah, you're barely breathing now
Peggy Sue what the hell's gotten into you
Call 911 for the 666, yeah
Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Dancing with the devil's wife
Begging her to take your life
Vapid little vampires is all staring at my jugular
We've made the nightly news
And there's no way that we can lose
Smiling slave all dressed in leather
What's your poison? What's your pleasure?

Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
Take the ride
On the long strange trip to paradise
Buy the ticket, buy the ticket
Take the ride
The pleasure's yours and the pain's all mine

Looking at you now, I see you
You're barely breathing
Yeah, you're barely breathing now
You're barely breathing
Yeah, you're barely breathing now
Peggy Sue what the hell's gotten into you
Call 911 for the 666, yeah
Call 911 for the 666, yeah

Mascara's running in a marathon
Palm reading hands across America
Sleep tight, loose lips are sinking ships
I'd kill just to be in your arms again
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Language: English

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