歌词
Hiding all the steps I take
Anal voices on the make
Digging dirt for Santa Claus
Axl Rose and the camera
Hiding with the midnight mice
Licking up the moonlight vice
It's so hard to fantasize
Beating boredom with warning eyes
Broken thumbs walking down the hall
Looking dumb, never washed to a tub and you're still washed up
Murder on Sunset Drive
Sing along to Mac The Wife
I laughed so hard, I split my side
With pretty potions of Eventide
Little men vacationing in style
If computer runs, see how it got there
Shouting, "You're still washed up"
Digging dirt for Santa Claus
Axl Rose and the camera
Yeah, camera
Yeah, camera
Yeah, camera
