Not Too Deep

DIAMOND DOGS

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party

With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Todd Browning’s freak you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I’m sure you’re not protected, for it’s plain to see The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

(Will they come?) I’ll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she’s come, been and gone.

Come out of the garden, baby You’ll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase

The elevator’s broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go

Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake

Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the Ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There’s gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow

Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs

Keep cool - Diamond Dogs rule, OK Beware of the Diamond Dogs