Lyrics Pussy Galore's Flying Circus - Strange Bones

Pussy Galore's Flying Circus

oooh ooh ooh
oooh ooh ooh
I love your bed
your voodoo child gonna grown up mad
so rude, you think you’re falling through
and who’s gonna be there
well it won’t be you
shot down, shot down, shot down
got my attention, well now he’s dead
all these gold stops, rolling down the hill
if you can taste the trouble then you can make it real
oooh ooh ooh
my life’s a bore, it’s a bore on your mind
oooh ooh ooh
run to the jungle
see what you can find
oooh ooh ooh
my life’s a bore, it’s a bore on your mind
oooh ooh ooh
wave your hands in the jungle
we’ll see what you can find
(solo)
I love your smell
waiting for the show ride
down to hell
it’s gonna blow, tic-tic boom
and I was sitting every day down there in my blues
your powder in my eye
watch rme live, they all watch me die
I think away, on the platform
but my vision sits alone
oooh ooh ooh
my life’s a bore, it’s a bore on your mind
oooh ooh ooh
run to the jungle, see what you can find
oooh ooh ooh
my life’s a bore, it’s a bore on your mind
oooh ooh ooh
Won’t you run to the jungle, see what you can find
YEAH
Run them down