Suicide Kings — текст песни (Cherry Poppin` Daddies)

Don`t like your tone you sound confused
Because your ma said I was born too loose
I smoke my menthols and sport my rings
She don`t like me running with my posse the Suicide Kings
Freaky toy girl don`t you crack you whip on me

I`ll take you from your home
And give you what you want in a man
I got skin smooth as chrome
I`ll get you stickier than strawberry jam
So don`t you cross me or get sly
I`m an American insensitive guy
And I don`t give a rat`s ass
About polite society or questions of class

Leave a sexy corpse live fast and die young
This is what I want to do
I`m destiny`s child ride tree or die
With suicide superstar cool

The wind is cold the times are hard
You`ve got to live before you`re chucked in the sod
It`s all a hustle out on the street
Black leather gimme tougher skin
So that I can compete
Ain`t nobody gonna crack that whip