Go Home Bitch by Moron Police Lyrics

I've got hats, glitz, all it takes, an interstellar fervor and matching drapes
I've  got spaz, jazz, a velvet cape and a hotline suicide smashing grace
I've  got hands, slight, on the move, a rivulet of motion and spastic grooves
I've got a smile, a shake, a helping hand – insidious bastard with a master plan

I roll this world just like a boulder
A  man who counts himself a soldier, the love you get from me will help to free your mind
Involuntarily  floating through space and time

With a smash, clash, you start to wake
Buddha’s  on high as your body shakes
You cough blood, choke, spit it out – your head feels trapped in a gloomy shroud
I've got style, swag, all it takes
You’re dangling from a roof with your life at stake
Then  it’s smash, cut, you’re bleeding out – disco beat dancing with hooks in your mouth