This ain't rock'n'roll - this is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers, and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal
Will they come? I keep a friend serene
Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto...
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