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Queens Of The Stone Age Sick Sick Sick Goin' Out West I'm goin' out west Where the wind blows tall Where Tony Franciosa Used to date my 'ma They got some money out there They're giving it away I'm gonna do what I want And I'm gonna get paid Do what I want And I'm gonna get paid Little brown sausages lying in the sand I ain't no extra baby, I'm a leading man Well my parole officer will be proud of me With my Olds '88 and the devil on a leash My Olds '88 and the devil on a leash I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt Well I don't lose my composure In a high speed chase My friends say I'm ugly I got a masculine face I got some drag strip courage I can really drive a bed I'm gonna change my name To Hannibal or maybe just Rex Change my name to Hannibal Or maybe just Rex I know karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt I'm gonna drive all night Get some speed I'm gonna wait for the sun To shine down on me I got a hole in my roof The shape of a heart And I'm goin' out west Where they appreciate me Goin' out west Where they appreciate me Goin' out west Gone |
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