HOUSE OF LUST
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 Talk in tired cliches and ol' butterball bonds
 Relaxin' with the candyman
 Kick off your shoes
 Champagne financed pacific time bomb
 Minnesota Al and his thoroughbred blues

 Shadows like winds are diggin' deeper in the mind
 The fruits of false love left buried in the sun
 Wake up tomorrow, everything is lookin' fine
 You reach for your freedom but ya ain't got none
 in the House of Lust

 I count six maids climbing up a Hollywood hill
 the hobo trekker got a long way to go
 Never say you never got no time to kill
 They call me Wild Phil but it's really Buffalo
 in the House of Lust

 You said it was all ya ever wanted in the world
 in the House of Lust

 Well you gave her hope and then you gave her belief
 But then you took her life, you ran away like a thief and
 She's on her knees in the dust and ash
 with her emergency stash
 Another sigh, another tear, another scar
 for the House of Lust

 I go all the way around my elbow just to get back to my thumb
 Spontaneous combustion in the opium den
 Sunday suits and a belly full of crumbs
 Take it and follow your own senses till the end
 in the House of Lust
 you said it was all ya ever wanted in the world
 in the House of Lust