Texty: Viboras. Wrong. Pick It Up.

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Don't want to waste your time
Hey mister won't you give me some of your time

Live in a city, it's got a blank empty stare
No soul very tragic
Politics'n'guts, it's seduction
Some walk in the shadows, yea it's just selection
Pale flesh quivering just reaction to the hurry & fury of it all
But if you stop there's nothin to laugh about
There's no more jokers but you want your attraction

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Don't want to waste your time
Hey mister won't you give me some of your time

I got no sense in life, unlike you
My worthless body is inked, no use
Please save me from this scum hero
My eyes see decay i'm sick cure me
Creep in my pants tonight i'll leave the door open
How else can i thank you?
Feel no remorse, i'm a confused young girl
Extremely in need of your salvation

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Don't want to waste your time
Hey mister won't you give me some of your time