Letra da Música Eat Your Heart Out de The Lords Of The New Church

Listen!

A black ride on rodeo drive in your Fiorucci jeans
You know it's nice when it's just like ice
When it's sucked so dry
Chelsea girl in romantic frills
Make sure that you're seen
Freudian slips on suburban hips
I'm gonna make you cry

Shut up and sit down
Rich bitch - eat your heart out

Your T. V. set just fades away 'cause some kinda static like me
Your daddy ain't nowhere around
He ain't paying your bills
Skeletons are coming all down from the attic for tea
Your doctor ain't nowhere around
He ain't curing your ills

Shut up and sit down
Rich bitch - eat your heart out

Get your girlfriend to make it three
We gotta keep it clean
Play it safe in your private room
Outta magazines
You think you put the X in sex
Ah honey you're so mean
You think you're slick
You know you're so slick
You don't need Vaseline

Shut up and sit down
Rich bitch - eat your heart out