Lyrics The Prey - Dead Kennedys

The Prey - Dead Kennedys
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Prey, artist - Dead Kennedys. Album song Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 20.12.1987
Record label: Decay
Song language: English

The Prey

You’re from out of town
I can tell that by your shoes
Flew in for the convention
Getting tipsy in a bar
You’re leaving pretty late
Gotta get up in the morning
Thinking she’s just too expensive
And you know you’re:
Probably:
Right
There’s no one on the streets
And you can’t find your hotel
You walk a little faster
-someone's following you
The wallet-size bulge
In your double-knit butt
Has money for me
And maybe credit cards
You dart around the next corner
You can’t look around
Quick now, fish for the keys for the door
You don’t even know where you are
You walk a little faster
I walk a little faster
Sensing that I sense you
Now there’s no escape
I can almost taste your dandruff
As I reach for your face
-And I strike

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