Whip It On

She Says All The Things You Never Want To Hear She Says All The Things That Make You Sick But Do You Believe Her When She Says She Loves You Do You Believe Her Is This For Real She Says She Would Like To Die Alone Some Day And Have It All By Herself

Lipstick on my face Thunder in the sky The shades are drawn Don't ask me why But with the ghost riders on the go I think you know But with the ghost riders on the go I think you know It goes something like this Crater in my brain Where the strippers