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Lace

Call my name and we can grind all night, oh Once you get laced by me You never wanna leave Once you get laced by me You won't wanna, you won't wanna leave, leave Girl I can lace

My tape recorder It must be lyin' 'Cause this I just can't believe I hear a voice that's cryin' That's not me Wheel goes round I hear a sound It's comin

It's hot tonight Too hot for talkin' It's hot tonight I sweat tonight I sweat no sleeping It's too hot tonight Dogs are barkin' Cats are screamin' Streets

I'm gonna sign my name to full confession. It seems the woman I loved last night belongs to another man. They like to take you home; they like to

If I should find myself in blackest night And fear is stabbin' me all over A tiny prayer cracks the dark with light And I here sounds behind my wall Inside

We work this band 'cause we make it rock But we're the guys who make it roll We move the amps, the drums and junk Road rats We're a pack and the road

With loving passion, oh your radiance A serenade I cry Your silk lined coffin the lachrymatory To hold a mourner's tears Ethereal splendour Pale skin

[Jeff Jockwell] Jeff Jockwell and you're tuning into WBRK Brick 169 We're about to get into the newest release from The Arsonists For your listening

Daddy was a cop On the east side of Chicago Back in the U S A Back in the bad old days In the heat of a summer night In the land of the dollar bill When