Interpret:

Faith No More

Album:

Angel Dust

Sink the eight ball 
Buy the lady a drink 
And nobody knows my name 
Bodies float up 
From the bottom of the river 
Like bubbles in fine champagne 


He's the one, no doubt 
Walking on the tight rope 
He's the one, no doubt 


Got a gash on my head 
And a grin on my face 
And a shadow called danger 
Hidin' in the sheets 
And on the streets 
In the hearts of every stranger 


Here he comes, look out 
Teach the world a lesson 
Here he comes, look out 


Sweat on the brow 
And a tap on the phone 
And lives are on the line 
Pick up the briefcase 
On a high speed chase 
Breathin' by the roll of the dice 


Reachin' up to the top 
We're depending on you 
Reachin' up to the top 


"In regards to 
the usage of the drug... 
It modified my personality 
To the extent that I was 
Highly irritable." 
"I was like a crack Hitler." 


Keep up the fight 
And in the wink of an eye 
Never give up 


Ooh...ahh... 
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