Last Call For Russell S Balls lyrics

Russell`s new uptight trust-fund princess reigns
Stares down her coke-burned nose and sets new rules
Forbids his listening to punk rock music
Tried to burn his copy of The People`s History

His face is blank, bloodless, inexpressive,
All passion drained by the unhallowed leech

Last Call for Russell`s Balls
The Demon must be fed
Last Call for Russell`s Balls
They`re hanging by a thread

Russell says it`s true love more like sick games
A bitter brawl at midnight in the street
Some cars have stopped to watch the loud commotion
Laughing at the wicked witch of West Hollywood

Strings held tight a dancing marionette doll
A painted smile on a wooden face

Last Call...

A phone call woke up Russ in the middle of the night
As she reached down his trousers with sharp scissors
and a light
Caught the blades before the amputation was complete
It seems the rearview mirror`s where she would`ve
hung the meat

Born-again with pride, Russ hands her the broomstick
Says it`s time for her to fly away forever...

Last Call saved Russell`s balls
The Demon`s face turned red
Smoke shot out her ears
When he kicked her of bed

He saved himself this time
From the evil bride-to-be
So clearly serpentine
Now she`s just a memory
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