Pure

The night that Presley died
The Roxt cheered and the Burger King's Fans cried
John the Ox left the room mumbling
Somethin' 'bout two hookers and an eight-ball

So what's it matter if I lie
Who cares as long as she stops cryin'
Frankly my dear I don't give a shit
I don't give a damn as long as she swallows it

Baby can't you see
You don't wanna mess with me
Baby can't you see
You don't wanna mess with me

'Cause I'm pure... so pure

They found Johnny Thunders remains
Beneath a coffee table in a room in New Orleans
Jimi Hendrix touched the sky
On a heavy cocktail of Vesperax and red wine

So what's it matter if I lie
Who cares as long as she stops cryin'
Frankly my dear I don't give a shit
I don't give a damn as long as she swallows it

Baby can't you see
You don't wanna mess with me
Baby can't you see
You don't wanna mess with me

'Cause I'm pure... evil... evil... I'm pure
Pure evil.. evil... I'm pure

I'm the kind of guy
I'm the kind of guy
Who sticks a needle in your eye
I'm the kind of guy
I'm the kind of guy
Who sticks a needle in your weepin' eye

Kurt shot his life to an end and they
Found a note to his imaginary childhood friend
Stiv took a Paris taxi on and then they
Poured his ashes all over Jim Morrison
So what's it matter if I lie
Who cares as long as she stops cryin'
Frankly my dear I don't give a shit
I don't give a damn as long as she swallows it

Baby can't you see
You don't wanna mess with me
Baby can't you see
You don't wanna mess with me

'Cause I'm pure... evil... evil... I'm pure
Pure evil.. evil... I'm pure
Pure evil.. evil... I'm pure
Pure evil.. evil... I'm pure

Pure