Wash my baby in the cold: wash her in the plain blue light
Did you sham? Did you fall f**ed?
Were you ashamed of the saucer and the cup? You should clean up your cuts
And it will fall away, your shame shall fall away: bad, bad habit's got to stop
Did you be for the fire? Did you be a fool for the shame line?
Did you be false in the code? _A duration of starts and lines that form code_
Man should have fallen into the dayside: Did I wait?
We must raid the inside, Fa la la, And it falls away
Your shame shall fall away, all shame shall fall away, but the bad little baby's got to stop
And you're bad and you're boyfriend s**s, all the slickers and the soft yellowscruff
All the bangers and their boyfriends pups, and you're bad with your fangs
And your leatherbattle gangs and your crooked battle-bangs
And your heartfelt pangs put away the polar rings
Put away the pretty things and the bleach it always stings
But the way that Johnny sings:
Oh my God, and 1, 2, 3, 4, we must raid the dayside
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