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  Primal Scream  - Album Riot City Blues - Lyrics Paroles

Country Girl 
Suicide Sally And Johnny Guitar
Dolls (Sweet Rock 'n' Roll) 

Country Girl
Never get to bed 
Never get to hell baby 
Never get to come until you start payin your dues 
Yeah 
What can a poor boy do 
Better go back to yr mama 
She'll take care of you
Lost your wife 
Lost your son 
Stay out drinking till the morning comes 
Yeah 
What can a poor boy do 
Better go back to your mama 
She'll take care of you
Country girl 
Take my hand 
Lead me thru this diseased land 
I have I have i have (no idea) 
I have stole 
I have sinned 
Oh my soul 
Its unclean 
Country girl 
Gotta keep on keeping on
Crazy women 
Mess your head up 
Wake up drunk and beaten 
In some strange bed 
Yeah 
What can a poor boy do 
Better go back to your mama 
Shell take care of you
Country girl 
Take my hand 
Lead me thru this diseased land 
I have I have i have 
I have stole 
I have sinned 
Oh my soul 
Its unclean 
Country girl
Gotta keep on keeping on 
Gotta keep on keeping on 
Gotta keep on keeping strong 
Gotta keep on keeping on 
With you 
Got the riot city blues
What do you have to say 
Before i have to go 
Be careful what you say 
Youll reap just what you sow 
Yeah 
What can a poor boy do 
Better go back to yr mama 
Shell take care of you
One last time
Country girl 
Take my hand 
Lead me thru this diseased land 
I have i have i have 
I have stole 
I have sinned 
Oh my soul 
Its unclean 
Country girl 
Gotta keep on keeping on
Country girl 
Take my hand 
Lead me thru this diseased land 
I have I have i have 
I have stole 
I have sinned 
Oh my soul 
Its unclean 
Country girl 
Gotta keep on keeping on
Country girl 
Gotta keep on keeping on
Suicide Sally And Johnny Guitar
Suicide Sally and Johnny Guitar 
She overdosed and crashed in her car 
amphetamine jab, shot a hole in his head 
ran out of veins, ran out of friends 
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright. 
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Gearhead candy is a natural queen 
Bed motorcycle, you know what I mean 
She got her wings, givin' head to a priest 
The Fucker choked on his rosary beads
Alright, Alright
Oh Baby baby youre doing alright. 
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby youre doing alright.
Stone cold Sally is a stubbled whore 
Her face is plastic, so is her soul 
She hates her body she is a he 
Striptease and Pre-teased, feelin diseased
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright. 
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
Hey rocknroll doctor rocknroll nurse 
Gimme a shot gimme some pills 
I dont need a knife I dont need a gun 
I gotta crown made of human skull
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright. 
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright. 
Alright, Alright 
Oh Baby baby you're doing alright.
NANANANNANANANANANNANANANAA 
'rock and roll doctor'


Dolls (Sweet Rock 'n' Roll)
Saw you walking down the street holding hands with some other guy, 
Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots, big brown round saucer eyes, 
that's right! 
I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend,
Besides, it was the wrong time and place. 
I went home, took a shower, met a lady, I got some flowers but shows ya hey I knew we'd meet again.
So I searched all over town, dudes hanging around, 
No one had ever seen a chick like you before.
I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and - jesus - 
I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul. 
Then one rainy winter Tuesday
I saw you on the subway 
You were heading for the tunnel near the door. 
I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash 
Like a motorcycle crash you smoked my skull.
So once again, walking in the pouring rain 
Wondering who and why and where and what you were. 
I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams, 
Like an opium withdrawal, only worse. 
Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride, 
Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes. 
Like a rockabilly queen, 'bout to kick start your machine. 
Like a fighter pilot flying off to war. 
You had a tight black leather jacket, skull and crossbones on the back, 
God bless the sould of sweet Gene Vincent, there you were!
Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold, 
I want your love, I want your soul, 
Come on babe, let's have a good time!


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