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@migu music@

Birthday Party, The

Junkyard

She's Hit

There is woman - pie in here

Mr. evangelist says she's hit

The best cook ya ever had

Ya can't blame the good woman now, dad

And ya locked him up for twenty years

Now there's action on the basement stairs now

A monster half-man half-beast grind

Hear the hatchet (grind grind)

The pilgrim gets one hacked daughter

And all we get are forty hack reporters

Uptown one hundred skirts are bleeding

And mr. evangelist says

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit she's hit she's hit she's hit

Now if only we could all grow wings and fly

Sweet hatchet swing low son

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

Christen the bastard jack dad

The head-shrinker is a quack

Anyone 'anyone who'd wear their hair like that'

The vinyl is so cool but the conversation's cruel

Hold my head romeo it's in a rodeo

Hold my heart daddy-o it just won't go-o-o-o

Hold my heart romeo it's in a rodeo

Hold my head daddy-o it just won't go-o-o-o

And all the girls across the world

And all the girls across the world

Are hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit she's hit she's hit she's hit

And she won't get up

She's hit ev'ry little bit she's hit

She's hit she's hit she's hit yeah

She's hit she's hit she's hit

And she won't get up! and she's hit she's hit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit she's hit she's hit

Goodbye.